Its cold stainless steel in my hand
Its silver body glows in the mid day sun light
Its bright reflecting light playfully dances in my eyes
I caress it like some sort of dying animal taking it last breath
Carefully I stroke it six chamber cylinder
Teasing it I pull back it hammer
And close my eyes
I imagine it firing
My heart races at the thought
I pull back the trigger
The cylinder rotates as the hammer crashes against the bullet
It rockets out leaving behind fire and smoke
Like breath from a dragon
Whizzing through the sky
Only to lose its momentum
Then slowly its once straight trail
It begins to dip towards the ground
The feeling I felt dies with it
I'd do it again if I had the chance
I pull back the hammer once again