Sent to kill, a man called will,
She got no chill, felt the thrill.
Firing the gun, aiming for head,
But the gun got jammed, instead.
He saw her, but set her free,
Escorting her out, no-one to see.
She saw the warmth of love,
So tender and deep, a gentle plea.
She fell first, he fell harder,
Forgetting all ideas of murder.
She gave up her past,
Hoping for the moments to last.
Starting fresh, she accepted the peace,
Finding hope and rejoice.
Love bloomed in the dark forest,
Burying secrets, making no noise.