One Last Shot - Ananya Jain

One last shot

And the world stopped for a minute –

Deafened by the roar of the past.

Life burned to ash,

Love lost, anger passed,

A man stumbled,

Through the alleys of ghosts.

He watched the mist turn dark and gory,

The ground, tremble and groan.

Tin soldiers lined up on glass tops

Were found floating on foreign shores.

Silent yet loud,

He pulled out his sword,

Dropped it,

Knelt low on the ground.

Eyes tight shut,

He clasped his hands, picked it up,

Before plunging it deep through his soul.