Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Duel to Death

Pistols be the weapons of choice

For a duel between the two men,

As result of offending voice,

Neither man willing to give in.

The place, a secluded farm field.

The time, midnight with moonlit sky,

So that enough light is revealed

For one to live, other to die.

The men, first back to back, then pace

Ten steps each as the rules require,

Then stop and turn around and face

Each other, and both pistols fire.

Smoke rises from the barrel of gun,

Hand held by the shooter who won.