The Sniper

In the darkness, I will wait

My heart has become hollow

My mind, a flurry of disaster

In the solitude, I will reign

Creatures which use the night

Become one with the shadows

At midnight will come a scream

That of release, and not of vengeance

Slowly, I loosen my grip on my friend

Cold steel blue, is her eyes and face

I draw her close to my shoulder

When she barks, she cries in pain

Never to feel the recoil of her anger

The moment presses on ever so close

Cold steel and hot lead become one

My position is revealed for a fraction

I feel the eye of the night slowly close

All has remained back to normal

The coolness of the black has returned

My eyes can see without any assistance

As the blood soaks into the ground

We have found One shot, One kill.

Why do we sit in the darkness and wait?

When a cold steel blade is more efficient

When we wait for the kill and Predator.

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