His hands are clenched around the gun.
His soulless eyes take another glance.
Crossing yet, another name from the list.
Hungry for more he takes aim once again.
With me in his sight he reaches for the bullet.
A silver bullet crafted just for me.
BANG! The bullet crackles through the sky,
trailing behind a darkness that follows.
It’s just me, him and the smoking barrel of the gun.
With a rogue bullet lurking the race begins.
Ahead way out in the distance,
I see all that I desire and wish to be.
At the top of a mountain that over looks the sea.
The only thing between a jungle of resistance,
that challenges me.
Confident in his shot he never misses.
Certain your going to fail the soulless man sits back to take a sip of ale.
Deep in the jungle I pass an ancient temple,
A waterfall and a very large old tree.
Despite the internal pressures bothering me.
I find comfort in the resistance that surrounds me. As I make my way towards the mountain.
By Callum Ashworth
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