Stealthly stalking
Sneaking
Hiding
Knowing he's not seen
Two steps
Now three
One more
He checks once more
No reaction
The prey's eyes dart in paranioa
It senses the inevitable
The time is upon him
A player soon to be finished
Round in the chamber
Anticipating its relaese
Bang
Bang
Bang
The thre spheres fly through the rifling
Streaking through the air at high velocity
True to their mark
Exploding on contact
The opponent covered in welts
Masked by the the birght facade of pink and green
One down
No longer a threat
The game is still afoot
Now on open ground
Target acquired
He flies
The process begins anew
Stealthly stalking
Sneaking
Hiding

11/10/1999

Posted on 08/26/2002
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