The New World

Your eyes pierce through the air like An arrow forced to hit its target a mile away. Penetrating walls of air gusts in a perfect circle Not stopping for a thought. Finally it lands on me. My eyes flash your image Blurring my vision Disrupting my mind. Struck, I fall in place Hitting the ground with a thud, Crushing the life under me. Death curls his fingers around my soul. Stealing away life When I was not ready to face him Chipping me away piece by piece. I gaze across the plain to my enemy, The man I never knew and never will. My first kill And it’s killing me.