Visions of the Night - Thousand Yard Stare
Tracking my prey for half of a day914 metres away
Winds from the Northeast
Steadily decrease
Inevitable the target deceased
Enemy ground, infiltration
Security measures nullification
At one with my location
The terrain complete integration
Sniper rifle encased, dismantled
Now promptly being assembled
Meditative-like concentration
Minimal breathing fluctuation
Pulse slows to trance-like state
Mag loaded with .308
Final phase has begun
I prepare, to empty my lungs
A clear view within the scope
Enemy without a shadow of hope
Target sighted, I dial the distance
Accounting for wind resistance
and bullet drop compensation
Knowing well my ammunition
Safety off, the weapon's hot
As I take the shot
Slicing through the air with the target exposed
Flesh and bone fragments explode
With a mark of deadly precision
Projectile makes its incision
Glabella ruptured, frontal lobe smashed
Sprayed with blood the ground is splashed
Silent, not a sound to hear
Into the foliage I disappear
Evasive action
No delay of reaction
I arrive at the point of extraction
End of the mission
Rapid extradition
Casualty beyond recognition
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Visions of the Night
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