The Duelists
A last dance
One last goodbye to the lover, one final kiss
And the piano and the saxophone lament goodbye
The people file out into the wet neon city
A wave farewell
The cab drives off through the yellow street lights
You slosh through the puddles, coat pulled tight
The chill augments as a red siren goes by
A phone call
“Hello?” As he speaks, silence; your voice would tremble
From all the hatred, all the sibling-akin love long ago
The time has come, you feel your firearms fastened close
A final walk
Screaming, crying, arguing, moaning sounds
The city’s life-blood is the people inside of it
You are but a virus in floating through the vein
A cemetery
Your final journey through a dewy night graveyard; you think
For every soul who dies a new one takes up arms
You suppose another soldier will be born in the morning
A stranger
A familiar silhouette blots out the lights of a bar
On the sidewalk you finally stop under a light
No traffic disturbs the stillness
A reuniting
It’s been a while I know You haven’t changed You have
How’s life been I missed you Me too Some things never change
I hate to do this We have no choice Let’s finish this
A showdown
The click-click BANG zoom BANG BANG
BANG BMM BANG -thud- -thud- -kack- thud-
Tck-tck-tck -thud- shatter…
A new morning
One pair of eyes close and the red turns to grey
One grins like a devil, one rests like an angel
One new soul is born into the world to take their place
A lesson
The survivor doesn’t matter, whichever one, be it him or you
They stand tall in the morning by shattered glass and blood
Over their enemy the duelist can still find no solace or peace
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