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The mask of the enemy falls
when a lone firefly flickers across the night sky
my boat capsizes
shall I enter Elysium so soon
I muse unsheathing my dagger from its scabbard
slash splash I counterattack their blades
it's hardly a fair fight
yet only a little knife against mighty mammoth-like swords
the battle is pointless and so
the enemy grows tired revealing their ace card
seagulls
aiming at me
when misty confusion envelops my line of sight
the adversary sneaks from behind caressing my pulse with a weapon
the revolver clicks
the roulette begins
twas not seagulls I realize
but ravens in disguise
a ray of hope flickers in the horizon
it is the hope of death
thrashing gasping my soul drinks the salty water of repose
as the line runs flat
and their hearts vomit the water of crocodile tears
red sheets turn white

© Tatyanna