The Duel
Twenty steps,
Turn and shoot,
Nerves steeled,
With many a toot,
Pistol loaded,
As am I
Why do I seem,
So eager to die?
That fiend I face,
I must prevail,
So back to the bar,
To enjoy more ale
On step nineteen,
I start to turn,
Is anyone counting?
Then I learn...
One step ahead,
Was my prey,
For he had turned
On step eighteen,
The distance between us
He had seen
To outcheat a cheater,
And his aim was true,
His bullet ripped
Through my flesh,
As it was designed to do
With my last breath I saw
Under swirling sky
This was the day,
I was to die.
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