One Day

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Dawn was when I encountered a light
And turned my gaze to the rising sun
And paused to ponder my painful plight
And fought my own thoughts on what is right
While loading the light into my gun.

Noon brought me rumours from which to run
But I stood tall and let my fear fly
This was a scheme of pure perfection
For after my bloody job was done
I would be the only one to cry

Dusk demonstrated that secrets die
There’s no poker-face I can not tear
I’d caught the soul of he who would fry
Twas time for fists rather than my eye
And the final moment to prepare

Night without stars is eclipse most rare
And so startled was I at the sight
Dropping aim from the man in the chair
I again asked myself what is fair
Dawn, Noon, Dusk, Night; One day, fight or flight?

Alex Herlihy – 2010

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