Step By Step
He lurks in the shadows far away,
picking off his adversaries
as they scuttle past, fearfully,
their majestic king musing silently.
He does not miss.
The bullet is fuelled by certainty
as it expands time and velocity
and breaks the air to impact beautifully.
The eagle see's his prey
from a kilometre away
and kills it before it even knows he's there.
It's wings, of course, beat quietly and gracefully,
and snap the spine of the screaming mouse
that hasn't got a chance.
His movements are slow, concise, careful,
so not to disturb the nature that cares for him.
From his throne, perch, nest, he finds a den instead,
and covers himself in nature once again.
He chooses who lives and who dies.
Both man and boy.
He doesn't sleep at night.
Where is he?!
He could be anywhere!
Move! Quick! Before he sees!
He always sees.
Hunter, assassin, executioner.
A perfectly trained sniper,
killing mercilessly, quickly, dignifiably.
Unloading Hell behind him step by step.