One Step

He took one step towards the picket fence
And then retreated. She beckoned, then jeered,
Smiled like a happy child, then disappeared.
“Does any of this playacting make sense?”
He asked me, “Or am I a little dense?”
He took one step away. His stallion reared,
They pranced about — it was a little weird —
The feeling of dark coming was intense.

She waited on a mountaintop, coolly.
He took one step up, then turned, looking bored;
“I’ve paid enough, that’s all I can afford,”
He told me. “Why reward inconstancy?”
She raised her arms to signal victory.
He took one step, then fell upon his sword.