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…
