In that moment, the clouds went still,
the birds stopped flying,
Flowers stopped growing.
The gun, motionless in his hands.

A man, like him, before his eyes
Emotionless gaze,
A body so numb,
That there were no feelings to show.

Both sweaty hands, weapons held close.
Now all that running,
And all that training,
Disappearing for those two men.

Nothing could compare to the weight,
The weight of that gun.
In their hands, their lives,
flashing like a film, their loves, cries.

"A monster they've made out of me,"
Both thought, struck with fear,
"A piece in their games.
They've taught me to win, and I shall."

The men's fingers moved together,
The trigger so close.
They look, one last time
At the victory in both eyes.

The game, now with two less pieces
They've defeated them,
The real opponents.
Their game over. No winner left.