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Author: o0lilazndemon0o
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Poetry - Published: 04-19-07 - Updated: 04-19-07 - Complete - id:2350010

Plunk!

Down goes the first ball of the game,

Determined to shoot down the next victim

The player positions his rifle and

Boom!

Har Har Har!

Who’s next to lose?

His opponents cower in fear as he shoots down another ball

The green carpet is his battlefield,

His cue stick is his gun

The cue ball is the single bullet needed.

Someone rises up to the challenge.

Yet another battle shall begin.

He reloads his gun

As he keeps his wits and skills in check.

Lightening is on his side as he begins to break

He’s panicking in the inside but remains cool on the outside.

He missed his goal.

The opponent begins to shoot

Ball after ball,

They wouldn’t stop going down

But then,

At the very last goal,

His opponent misses.

This time,

He’s cool and calculated.

One after one,

Until the very end.

Now,

It’s down to the very last ball

The player positions his cue stick

With no rush, with no fear

He shoots once again.

The battle has ended.



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