The simplest thing can determine when a life ends.
The ones he leaves behind's hearts will take time to mend.
He thought he was invincible, he didn't care for his own life.
Until she came back on that cold spring night.
Not knowing it, he'd been searching for her since she left.
He'd loved her since the first day they met.
The smallest thing can take a life's work.
Their reunion was cut short because of this small thing.
A bullet, the size of a coin, ended the life of his love, his reason
for living.
It was raining that day, a cold harsh rain.
He can still smell the scent of her soft lavender perfume mixed with
the scent of
smoke from the gun that took her life.
On a roof, trying for escape is where he saw her last.
But on that roof is not where his love for her ended.
Before his eyes he saw her fall.
In the same instant he returned the favor to the other end of that
gun.
Vengeance and hate clouded his mind.
He would not let her death be in vain.
Death comes sooner or later, it is inevitable.
Sooner to some than others, he discovered.
He can't change that, although he'll try.
He'll avenge her death, but at what cost?
He gets even with his enemies, and stops their evil.
But at this price he pays, is the ultimate cost.