A quivering finger on the trigger,
A hawk’s eye cautiously aiming-
A heart beating hard,
A breath quickly drawn in and
“Fire!”

Releasing the trigger, the sniper
Glanced at his left arm-
The dark liquid was oozing out still,
Blood it was,
That he knew so well.

A fiendish smile flickered on his pale face
As he stared at the lifeless thing,
Made lifeless by his undaunted weapon.
He loaded it again-
Again for another “fire”.

Dawn broke as the sun weaved a scarlet web around.
Stood up the sniper; a thought ate him-
A queer curiosity.
Crawled he towards the cold lifeless body- turned it
And looked straight into his brother’s face.