Life's Unexpected Turns

Once lost, but never found
Sitting by the windows pane
Watching the old willow sway back and forth
Hearing the howling of a ghostly wind
A black gust fills the air with a dark over cloud
You can hear a “Big Bang” coming from behind the mountains peak          
In rumbles the towns’ locomotive; black as night, loud as thunder
Clear across the open plains gathers laborers of a hard workers day
Bells are being rung, for supper is about to be served by the dear maidens
I glanced out to the weltered pastures again; not a green in sight
Next door the sound of crackling thickens the walls
Yelling, Screaming, Quietness!!!!
A crackle vibrates throughout the thin layers, with the smell of a firecracker type odor
Hello! I stated.  Who’s there?  I muttered.
For silence filled the room, and dark shadows covered the floor.
I stood here gasping for what might be my final breath.
A frightened tickle logged in my trachea
Feeling the blood vessels pumping throughout
the core of my heart constantly beating ---
Ba Boom!!  Ba Boom!!  Ba ………..
The wicker door slams open
Now I’m facing down that glossy steal
Just two inches away from total damnation. 
I stand toe-to-toe with the tall white figure
As he cranks back the hammer; ready to strike.
Hearing the cylinder rotate,
Watching the muzzle start to heat up,
His finger clutching the trigger ….
Click. Click. Click.
Silence …...
In the distance, you could hear birds chirping,
Horse hoofs clip-clopping; a rugged buggy heading down
The old back-country road.
Suddenly my mind is lost, and heart begins to weaken.
“PLEASE”, I shrieked. “DON’T KILL ME”, I screeched.
Just hoping someone near-by perceives my fatal cry.
My eyes begin to glance at the particle board style armoire
As the tall white figure unclogs the fragmented barrel.
With only seconds to spare,
I rushed like a bolt of lightning, just praying,
This particle board armoire is unhinged.
Time is ticking away. My chest begins to pound,
Shortness of breath, weakened knees;
My chance is NOW!!!!
EEK ….  LOAD …. COCK … CLICK ….
BANG ………………
Silence fills the air again.
The tall white figure has buckled.
Sweet nectar pours across the maple wood floor.
I think he’s done for my son! As I turn, there stood,
My father.
Grasping that smoky wooden barrel,
With an unbroken stream sliding down his cheeks,
He mutters, “Don’t be afraid my son”.
Looking at him with a screech in my voice, gasping for air,
I repented, “Is it finally over father”?
Its over my son. Its finally over.