One way in.
One way out.
Sights trained on the path below.
The trap was set.
Small movements to follow
from the high plateau.
Aware of the threat.
A developing tableau.
Kept stock still.
Bodies tense with the thrill.
Of defending free will.
Fine tuned to the kill.
Dripping beads of sweat
didn’t change their mindset.
They would be caught.
A furious dragnet.
The first one was spied.
No place to hide.
The first shot rang true.
Through the air it flew.
Found its mark.
Lit the spark.
Now they were screwed.
With no time to choose.
Nowhere to run.
From the sun shielded guns.
Confusion suffused.
Bodies blooded and bruised.
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