Showdown at High Noon
High noon, empty street
Faces peer from behind closed
Curtains for one man
Coats pushed behind guns
Loaded, cleaned, six deadly bul-
Lets confidence reign
Graveyard silence falls
Lone wolves stalk, eyes on their prey
Awaiting the chance
Fingers twitch, inches
From the ivory stock, who
Will make the first move
A single bead of sweat
Eyes stinging, slow motion blink
It could be your last
Lightening fast draw
Feet knocked out from in under
Hat flies in the wind
Eyes wide open, third eye
Blind, blood trickling down the nose
Death hovers above
June 10, 2013