A.N. This is a bit different; changed the rhyme scheme and the metre is more free verse than usual.
I see him there, poised to kill,
Perched on the rooftop high above.
But his rifles don’t scare me,
I don’t take orders, save from my heart.
I’m on a mission to love.
And the world turns faster up here, somehow,
All drenched in sleet and rain.
The thunder mimics my heart’s own beat
In a vicious symphony, almost a battle
Can I love through this pain?
He takes his shot, and doesn’t miss,
But I’m down here, walking still.
He shot my brains out, and I’m lost
But my heart still beats. I love him,
And I think I always will.