The Mark Made His Fall

Concealed, never moving a muscle Waiting, yes waiting for the mark Visualizing the spot of entrance Yep, hitting the ball out of the park For hours just watching and waiting But soon there would be a dividend Another enemy biting the bullet The target never seeing this weekend Movement, what the hell do you mean? No movement, no flinch, no stretch Noises, better not be any about me Like a mouse and a cat playing catch Eye contact, yep I see him All decked out with ribbons and all Just one bullet in his temple As another enemy general takes his fall Months and months of preparation For a second of glory in time As songs comes echoing into me And bells that ring, no sweeter chimes Confusion, yes there’s always confusion Which means I must scamper out myself Or else I’ll lose my only head As it will wind up on someone’s shelf Victory, I’m back at base headquarters Another victim has taken the fall Just like Humpty Dumpty in the book This mark finally made his fall