The night is silent as I glide from one shadow to the next.
My breathing is shallow and on my forehead sweat collects.
As I avoid moonlight I listen for sounds of movement.
I scan the distance as my vision has made improvement.
Like a lion on the hunt I move in complete silence.
The shadows protect me from the threat of violence.
The knife in my hand makes me feel strong.
My life depends on my not making a move wrong.
I know my enemy is also out there hunting me.
The fear inside me is strong, but I won't flee.
They say war is hell, but that isn't exactly true.
You'd say it was far worse if you only knew.
As the night and the shadows get ever deeper.
I watch and listen for signs of the grim reaper.
When I hear a twig snap just to my rear
I know the time has come, the end is near.
Without even a thought my training takes over.
I rely on the lessons they taught to make a soldier.
With moves that would give pride to even Rambo
I look down at the glistening red pool collecting in the shadow.
For the contest,
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2015
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