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
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