BOOM headshot

I hold the smoking gun
The smoke slowly rises
In beautiful swirls
Much like your hair
The sweet smell of gunpowder
In the stagnant air

My aim was dead on
Their was no chance of survival
Adrenaline
Love
And testosterone
Make one hell of a scope

That monster,
The one who had you chained
Has felt
Or will soon feel
The impact of our words
For combined, we are unstopable

All around him are a pile
Of the corpses of other brave knights
All burned to a crisp
Their lack of common sense
Was their ultimate demise
They forgot to bring the proper weaponry