A Showdown in Silence

Everything goes silent
People gather 'round
Watching and waiting
Yet still not a sound

The sun beating down
Men stand and face
The wind picks up
Dust dances with grace

A glare of hard steel
Passing from eye to eye
Not a muscle is moving
But the sun in the sky

One man suddenly moves
As swift as a fox
Draws his pistol and shoots
Deaths hand locks

A man in mid draw
Dies in a second
He should have listened
When forgiveness beckoned





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