The Marksman

Eyes darken, narrow, intense
Muscles quiver, stance rigid and tense
Slowly, quietly he moves in
And approaches the unsuspecting

Heartbeat quickens, breathing shallow
Choreographed movement as momentum builds
The marksman focuses on his prey
As he approaches the unsuspecting

Swiftly, boldly, all enduring
With one foul swoop the deed is done
The hunted lies at the feet of the marksman
As in this here battle, the marksman won