Crosshairs

Thoughts swirled around
In my mind
And where they were bound
None too kind

Headlong into the dark
Was it a street of grey?
I did not see the park
For it was but a prey

I searched for a light
With my roving eye
For to seek without sight
What a fool was I

The metal hit the gravel
And leather hit the tar
Wounded by the shrapnel
I longed for a cigar

A hand reached out
And the flames danced
Without a flicker of doubt
My palm had chanced

A flash of bright white
Under the violent night
The bullet was trite
For the sniper had been sniped.