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?"