The Hunt
Bang! The bullets flew with glee,
red blossomed on the marked man's shirt.
Face contorted, his dying words
were "Watch out, you'll be the next one hurt."

The young assassin, barely trained,
on his first mission, to kill a traitor.
If he failed this vital mission,
that fact would count against him later.

So, determined, he trailed his prey,
a silent stalker in a night like pitch.
The traitor was a slippery fish,
a skittish rabbit with a nervous twitch.

The assassin held the trail,
giddy with the man's impending doom.
Unable to contain himself,
he spoke, "You'd better find yourself a tomb."

Shocked, the traitor whirled around,
his eyes were wide, surprise and fear were there.
The cutthroat grinned. Was it a smirk?
"Now I have caught you in my clever snare."

"I learned the truth!" the man pleaded.
"Your predicament is even bigger!
"You know they'll come for you next!"
The assassin had already pulled the trigger.

Bang! The bullets flew with glee,
red blossomed on the marked man's shirt.
Face contorted, his dying words
were " Watch out, you'll be the next one hurt."