A Bullet Named Terror

the house shines bright, it takes every light sleep refuses to dream, a reverie extreme the plan to outsmart, a shot in the dark trigger for a steel mention, the spelling of my name directed to a lead core, dead center to each letter primed for flight, a jacket of lead dares our right a ripping force of violent heat, to rupture complete rendered lethal for the take down, a fatal round chambered by a sniper, posted at heaven’s door Terry D'Arcy-Ryan