Dance Of War Poem by rico avila

Our hearts are beating quickly,
our breaths are long and rough.
Sweat in our eyes blinds us,
as we continue to huff and puff.
We move ever more closer,
with coordinated flanks.
This dance of ours is personal,
there is no need for tanks.
I dash forward so quickly,
and dive behind a tree.
You do the same, instinctly,
as if you were me.
this dance of ours is intricate,
we know our every step.
where are you going to dash to next?
I'll try and keep in step.
I raise my weapon to my face,
and pull the trigger first.
Just as quick, you raise and squeeze,
as we exchange our three round bursts.
I felt the bullets pass near my ear,
as the shockwave made it ring.
I'm sure at your position,
you heard my bullets sing.
A few more graceful dashes,
and a few more bullets sing.
Then we're out of ammo,
and our weapons we unsling.
Together we move within arms reach,
we prepare for the main event.
we lock arms and grab each other,
the dance is almost at its end.
We step lively back and forth,
with in our deadly embrace.
Just in time I reach my knife,
and ram it in your face.
I lucked out and swung it right,
and sunk it in your eye.
I would rather not have killed you,
but better you than I.
Our dance will always haunt me,
we danced a deadly pace.
Every night I wake up screaming,
every night I see your face