December 15, 2007
My armor gleams black,
melding into the dark night,
which rests around me.
My rifle wavers,
but then I steady my hand;
no mistakes tonight.
White tile shines bright,
and so does the enemy.
Their armor gleams too.
A tiny click sounds,
and I tense on the wall’s edge.
Finally, battle.
My teammates leap out,
and I swivel to follow.
The battle is joined.
"OPEN FIRE!"
A grenade rolls out,
exploding on the white tile,
leaving a dark stain.
The white soldiers fall,
and red stains the once-pure ground,
leaving it crimson.
My rifle chatters,
bullets drawing forth dark blood,
and taking white life.
The air reeks of death,
of gunsmoke, blood and burnt flesh.
Only black remains.
"OFFEN FEUER!"
Bullets rain on us,
catching my teammates off guard.
Three fall instantly.
I roar and fire.
The enemies fall again,
blood spraying freely.
Only one left now,
circling, circling me,
rifle on my head.
"WEAPON DOWN!"
He stands among black,
and I stand among the white,
both on a knife’s edge.
Now we stand stock still,
a circle surrounding us,
opposing forces.
"WAFFE FLAUM!"
My rifle clatters
against the white-tiled floor,
and his does as well.
