The Game

no shot, the chamber does rotate
the Colt recoiling in my hand
but doesn't pause or hesitate
the gun, it seems to understand
what's riding on this sucker's bet
its favorite, Russian Roulette

and now your turn, my fearless foe
a gentleman must honor bets
do squeeze that trigger, Death's old claw
too late, too late for your regrets
squeeze, for your honor is at stake
can someone help him? his hands shake

another click, another miss
we both avoid that deadly kiss
and now, it's my hands turn to shake
mine to remember what's at stake

Author notes: image from Wikipedia https://allpoetry.com/contest/2785257-Guns