Thoughts swirled aroundIn my mindAnd where they were boundNone too kind Headlong into the darkWas it a street of grey?I did not see the parkFor it was but a prey I searched for a lightWith my roving eyeFor to seek without sightWhat a fool was I The metal hit the gravelAnd leather hit the tarWounded by the shrapnelI longed for a cigar A hand reached outAnd the flames dancedWithout a flicker of doubtMy palm had chanced A flash of bright whiteUnder the violent nightThe bullet was triteFor the sniper had been sniped.