Paint-ball Marking
The marker’s poised,
A warning, it’s not a toy.
After careful aim, the trigger clicked.
The explosion rang through the air. Bang!
Fifty paces away; ugh!
The figure crumpled to the ground. Flop.
The limbs twisted awkwardly under the body.
No movement but a slight twitch.
Suddenly a stealthy opponent sped by and vanished. Whoosh!
I loaded the marker. Chic-chic!
Again, drawn and ready.
The sound became louder and louder. Stomp, stomp…
An automated fire burst out. Bam-bam-bam!
Three painful shots hit my back. Splat! Splat! Splat!
The finishing bell marked the game’s end. Ring! Ring!
Even with bruises and falls,
The bitter defeat was worst of all.