Everything's in motion,

Only he stands still before my eyes,

As we dodge, duck, fire, chase—

My target, my enemy, my rival, my purpose and my life,

We contradict and balance, we know and predict,

Shots ricochet off walls and metal,

The thunder to his lightning charged gaze,

Echoing footsteps like pounding war drums,

Resonate in my mind—

They urge me on to conflict,

Intoxicating adrenaline,

I'm out of shots,

Turn the corner,

Somehow he knew,

Barrel pressed to my head,

Any last words?

Take your best shot,


Perfect aim—

His gun hits the ground,

Bullet in the chamber still,

Lips are locked,

And hearts skip a beat,

Now how do I get myself out of this one?