Jezail
Running footsteps break the silence of the dark night.
A mans flees while two pursue to safeguard all.
Cold steel fingered in his pocket, he will not go down without a fight.
A shot shatters the night, pierces flesh, the short man falls.
Red lifeblood pours from his shoulder staining the hand of tall raven hair.
"Stay with me." whispered softly, "It is not fate's decree to be done with thee, I fear."
Noise, shouts, lifted gently, so gently, to waiting carriage and patient mare.
Till all were gone, but bloody cobbles to witness what had passed here.
Author's Note: Not very good perhaps but written as a last minute English assignment. I hope you enjoyed it anyways.