A strange time, full of tension and barbed wire
and sidelong glances catching every move
Deliberate dispassion killed our fire
Allegations we would not disprove

Our anger smoked and sparked in every glance
or else, if our eyes met, they mimicked stone
Each battlefield retreat became advance
across the zones we circled, cover blown

guns gripped in hands both murderous and keen
their ammunition, secrets once divulged
in better times and in a different scene
of better thoughts than those we now indulged

Two shots ring out, staccato in the air
Famous last words, fatal as any gun
Our bodies tumble slowly in despair
And then there is a silence in the sun.
by Serenwyl •