One Last Shot

By

Sailacel Minamino

Hawklike eyes, razor-sharp glare

Not a single target averting his piercing raspberry stare

Only thing quicker than his eyes are his hands

Flash of silver, sound of thunder

Half a second, entire lives torn asunder

Guarded as closely as his heart is his true name

Spoken too soon, you're the victim of a deadly game

Two simple words, shot through the heart

"Deathprint Bullseye", turns bloodshed into a precise art

Fueled by contempt, driven by hatred

Six companions, aiming for the same target

Determined to hit it first, to live up to his second name

Success, they all think, will bring honor and fame

Live by the bullet, die by the sword

Never reaching his goal or desired reward

Seventeen years flashes before ice-cold eyes

Split second later, everything realized

The utopia they promised, nothing more than a dream

A ridiculous thought, never to be seen

Just one last chance, one more day

Inwardly pleading with whoever's listening, desperate for a way

Redemption's never impossible, as long as you're willing

Swearing never again to use his powers for meaningless killing

Just one more chance, one last shot
Redemption's never impossible…