Manhunt
by Tripleguess

Ruins burning high erase the darkness from a troubled face
Centered in the crosshairs of a weapon aiming true

Features well recalled alight with secrets hidden from the sight
Of all the world except the one who smiles at the view.

Recognition stays his blow from countenance remembered so
While quiet lips whisper a name known only to a few.

Ruins burning like the sun chase shadows from the troubled one
Target of an unseen marksman long before she knew.