Duel
The heady scent of summer nights
glorify a lady much adored;
musky premonitions of an unrequited love,
a passion much too deep to be ignored.
All-consuming frenzy, reason does not rule
his fevered mind. She has said: 'No more!' yet
he won't accept her condemnation, won't endure
a heartache that would cut him to the core.
Magnolias fill the air with the fragrance of desire;
two men at odds, emotions frayed, yet resolute.
Two shots resound through morning's early light,
one man lies dead, the other's hopes lie mute.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
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