Fire or dust.

Had intentions been surrendered to a void of love according,  I nearly threw a rock at you forever we were courting 

Had the rock a diamond form
Or coal with coolness of the earth, sometimes love is shallow water,  depths is somewhat more of worth 

I hadn't heard of your indecision to bask in newly risen sun, but found the shadows of a flower whilst shaded by a gun

The values of a lovers Quoral 
Left the sands a colour red
And piecing echoe of a duel within the words you said,

Missplaced anger to the ones
Who come to fire or the dust,
Life makes many memories 
Though evermore is trust

Two clicks the gun had ceased it's fire, and love lay boundless like the sea
In a form of dust and smoke a chambered love of lunacy 

The barricade was evident
Love was speaking in silent frame and all the papers had reported the valiant and his name,

So the seas remain a mystery 
For the tides had cased the Rocky shore, and there they lay so many flowers amongst the blood and Gore.