Adventure

The giant laughed and scoffed, is this the best they could send?
Cowards all of them, I’ll crush him!
The boy undaunted, unafraid, with steely gaze.
One motion, fluid, practiced, leather meets stone in a whirlwind of muscle and faith.
A grey flash, a thud, and cry of sudden pain.
The redwood came crashing to the earth that day.
Never to shout again.

The eagle screamed and dove, turning this way and that, agile in the sky.
Dodging flak, talons at the ready, hell unleashed, a spray of fire.
The enemy, no time to dodge or evade, gone in a burst of dragon flame.
Winged steel and man, merged into one, called Spitfire.
Raptor of sky.

Darkness encroaching as quiet lions padded on, stealthy and unseen.
A small gurgle here, a soft moan there, a heavy thump.
A maw of loose wire, allowing access.
The predators enter taking by surprise.
Eyes open quickly then fade, red covers the floor as paint spilt from a bucket.
Target acquired and dispatched.
Mission accomplished....

It’s not just a job, it’s an adventure.....

- by Michael S Wigington