The Duel
The Gunslinger
You think I am ordinary he said
As he wiped the sweat from his head
I have done things I now dread
Where I made choices with the dead
So you see if you want to conquer me
It’ll take more than wanting it you see
Anti up and let’s see what you’ll put on the line
And know the outcome will not be kind
We stood and looked at each other
Waiting for the first move to discover
Who would win in the gun fight
I shot him dead with my concern being only slight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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