The clock at the town square struck noon.
Shadows fell, but weren't seen.
Using the sweltering heat as a boon
Stepped out a man, cloaked and lean.
His opponent followed soon,
The glint in his eyes shining keen.
Faces peered from windows afar-
Two men with their guns poised,
Instilling fear in the lives they'd mar;
Wrapped in silence, save for the noise
Of a slight breeze somewhere far
Awaiting the men and their cunning ploys.
Before the second could even blink,
He saw the other raise his revolver,
A gunshot, started off by the barrel's clink.
A red stain. He was gone forever;
Lost in the darkness before he could think
"Defeat my master, could I ever?"