As I Kneel: a short poem
Fingertips strung bright red,
an eye so sharp and dialed.
I see my target-
Exhale.
Release!
and he is followed.
I track the crimson trail
on adrenaline- my fuel,
to see him laying,
still breathing in a pool.
Clouds of life arise
from his slowly
fading breaths.
In seas of endless sky,
his eyes pierce my soul.
He rests.
