The Kings Of Cool

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In the dark of course there is not sight but sound, so

Follow the fight from the rhythm of its fire

Like most battles

It doesn’t end in a thundering crescendo

But in sporadic spurts then desultory single shots then silence.

There is no climax just anticlimax, or more properly speaking nonclimax.

Lado’s men work their way through the house

Hallway by hallway

Door by door

Room by room

Methodically killing, just as

Methodically dying

And then it’s over.