A Gnat's Demise

[Preach]

I, was on the downward crush,
it, was in the upward flight,
our intentions passing in the night

I lost, it won,
thus resigned to pen these lines,
and I, in the very midst of rhyme, when
my eye did spy a movement sly,
returned it did, and I thought,
'My chance for a second try'

Death's weapon in hand,
my heart did rise,
and with one stroke
a gnat's demise