Coup de grâce

Shhh! Pin drop silence, the target’s in sight

Approaching slowly with my gun on my side

Whispering coordinates through the mic

Too many staircases, so I go up a flight.

A marathoner’s pace, too much energy I expend

But it was all for vain, turned out to be a dead end

No exits in sight, so in a corner, I try to blend

Crouched down, deep breaths, my abode I defend.

Just when I thought it’s futile, I heard someone

Ascending the staircase, the footsteps begun

Weapon in hand, I waited for him to confront

This place is one from which he won’t return.

With my scope wide set, I clicked the trigger

A fat man stood stunned, his eyes grew bigger

Clean shot in the forehead preceded with rigour

Coup de grâce, game over, round 2? Go figure.

By: Arman Yusuf