Spy's Delight
by: MMaster, 10-12-99
On edge of knife,
In shadow's fall,
I'm the corpse,
that takes your life.
Swift and silent,
hidden in sight,
The friendly foe,
resolute and violent.
Paranoia spreads,
like medic's plague,
who to trust?
Gnawing dread.
Sniper's home,
and there I am,
swiftly striking,
then free to roam.
Quickly feign,
then change my skin,
and find my way,
to flag's domains.
Flag Room D,
and all there alert,
why to fear?
I'm on your team.
Two grenades,
and two quick thrusts,
engy's dead,
his gun unmade.
Flag in hand,
alarms are sounding,
returning now,
yet one last stand.
When I pass,
defenders die,
pursuers choke,
on deadly gas.
Back to base,
and final cap,
victory cries,
we win with grace.
Dead of night,
last game played,
defender's scream,
is Spy's Delight.
©1999 - "MMaster" - All Rights Reserved
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