Infatuated with cold steel
Nickel plated fantasies
Shiny metal casings and
A seductive recoil

A thunderous boom
Echoes through the chamber
Rocking my very existence
Exciting my nerves

Slinging metal and lead
A tiny grin
Plays across my lips
As I lock and load again

Peppering the target
Colorful spots
Like blossoming flowers
Pop into sight

One by one
Little messengers
Erupt from the tip
Saying hello upon contact

Clings and clangs
Like a symphony
Of violence
Dance around my feet

Gunpowder residue
Splashes my face
While spent casings
Sprinkle my wake

Little rooster-tails
Of brass eject from
My instrument of death
Little periods at the end of life

Exploding gases
Paint a fiery portrait
At the end of my barrel
As I devastate my target

A wall of steel
Created in seconds
By the wrath of one
Determined soul and his weapon

This one is my own
An extension of me
A reflection of my enduring
Will to survive and push on

The last will and testament
Of an indomitable soldier
Who knows no defeat
But only victory

Feeding this machine
One magazine at a time
A hungry beast of steel
Forged for battle

There are many like it
All shapes and sizes
Belonging to warriors
Of equal skill and mind

Hell bent on annihilation
And the taming of nations
Who own inferior products
Of destructive force

But will never truly coexist
With their chosen instrument
Without truly knowing
Its full potential

Because I’ll slay them
Before they have the chance
Like the right hand of God
An Angel of Death

Sworn to protect and defend
And wreak havoc
Given the word
From a higher power

This is for you my friend
My inanimate partner
Given life through my hands
And ending life through the same