Saturday, May 5, 2012

The Sniper

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As the sniper sniped,
Through his scope, he watched
As his victim, the sergeant, gave his orders
In order to conquer borders.

He watched him drink,
He watched him pace.
A smirk on the sniper’s face,
As he watched him, without stealing a blink.

As he prepared to take aim,
On his enemy, his game,
He put his finger on the trigger
His eye only on the sergeant’s figure.

In the act, he took pride
Onto the trigger his finger did slide,
A blinding flash of bright light,
And before he knew it, the sniper had been sniped.


  1. Wow, that's innovative. :)
    Never seen this sort of topic..

    And definitely nicely written :)

    1. Thank you so much!! :D

      Yeah, this is my first attempt at poetry and I thought I should be different! :D

  2. first attempt? doesn't seem so... intelligent and crisp :)

    1. Wow! Thanks a lot! For even thinking I'm intelligent! :D And yes it is my first attempt! ;)


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