There he laid on the grass.
Defeated from strength.
His enemy was standing right before,
Pointing with a weapon of death.

The black metal was hard as rock.
Showing the barrier of it’s true power.
The boy’s hands were filled with sweat,
As he clenched the weapon to the defeated boy’s face.

The defeated child could remember everything now.
From the moment he woke up and had cereal with mom,
To the moment he went to the grocery store three blocks down,
And finally seeing his best friend before heading home.

He could suddenly remember everything in great detail.
The boy’s face shook as the weapon was only six inches away.
The other boy’s hand was wobbling while holding the weapon,
Yet this boy was in joy.

He had him where he wanted.
In the back of the crusted demolished house,
Laid across the green grass.
Only a few feet far from the tall cornfield.

The boy asked himself how much courage,
Does it take to pull the trigger.
One click.
Just a simple squeeze and Bang!

The result will be joyful and satisfying,
The child opened his mouth,
“This is the day you fall and I rise.”
As the other stared heavily in fear.

The boy straightened his arm to the other boy’s face,
And pulled the trigger.
A long string of water darted at the child’s face,
Both children filled with laughter as it splashed everywhere.