A/N: I'm not all too sure why I decided to look through my old folder of school projects, probably because I'm bored right now. But anyway, I found this old project that was made to use figurative language found in books of our choosing. And so, I just thought about sharing it with you all, and here we are. As a side note, this was made in 6th grade, so forgive my cheesiness/immaturity found in this. Without further ado, let the poem begin.
The Sniper of Mother Russia
By [Redacted]
Note: This story was inspired by [Redacted], so kudos to him.
Red words are my Inner thoughts
Blue words are my Inner self talking
Black words are the experiences itself.
The brittle stems
of last years foliage
pricked my palms
as I inched forward
like a ghost
to gain a more
strategic view of
Stalingrad,
which loomed over
The wintery lands
like an impenetrable fortress
in the
Sub zero landscape
The bright powerful moon
gave me all of the light
I needed to snipe those
disgusting animals
As I saw
Russian
after
Russian,
family member
After
family member
die at the hands
and bullets of these
horrific and arrogant Nazis,
I was filled with a
rage so terrifying,
that all
cower before it.
As we closed in our target,
One general Amsel,
we moved
Slowly
Like tendrils of
water seeping
Through sand
We move
We shoot
We run
We snipe
We bring down planes
with artillery
We destroy tanks
with our rockets
We move in
On our
Target
and his bodyguards.
A terribly thick amount of
ghostly mist,
gray and
deathly looking
emanated from the
pale water,
as if
witch fire burned
the surface of the water.
No matter.
No matter.
We still could not sleep.
My entire team,
full of
medics,
snipers,
mortar men,
gunnery sergeants,
Even
Comissionar Markov
And
Legendary Sniper
Vasily Zaitsev
none of us could sleep.
We all lay there,
silent as a wraith.
The birds would not sing
The crows would not caw
The owls would not hoot
The tanks refused to fire
The planes would not fly
The people would not fire,
or talk,
or even make a sound.
All was still.
It seemed as if a magician
had placed an enchantment
upon the earth
and that everything in the
world was bound in
an eternal sleep
and would remain frozen
and unchanging
forevermore
underneath the
watchful gaze of the
twinkling stars.
Finally,
we all fell asleep.
A fan of golden light
flared into existence
as the top of the sun
crested the horizon.
In an instant,
the full spectrum of
colors enlivened
the previously
drab world.
The mist glowed white,
the water became a deep rich blue,
the snow even began to melt a bit
Stalingrad
remained as always though-
an ancient,
powerful city.
Now,
Time to close in for the kill.
Crack!
This PTRS-41
is really quite useful.
Unfortunately it's made
by the Germans.
Too bad,
it's my
weapon
of choice.
We had dispatched of a
7 squads. One person
escaped though.
Oh well.
We killed our way through
the heavily defended compound,
and finally,
I got to stab that
pathetic Amsel.
He even begged for his life,
Even as I locked dead eyes with him,
and brought the
Fairburn Commando Knife
to his throat,
To slit it.
My vengeance
wasn't sated though.
I wanted to
keep killing,
keep murdering these,
Animals,
until the Nazis were
wiped out.
But then,
Sniper Vasily Zaitsev came in.
"We've got incoming
German Tank Divisions!"
Wait.
DIVISIONS?!
Good,
They shall burn in hell.
As Reznof watched over the carnage created by the team led by Vasily, he looked towards Dimitri, with a look of admiration present on his face.
"This is true might Dimitri. The true might of Mother Russia. As long as you and squad Ghost remain alive, the drive of us will never falter, and never fail. Things will change my friend. We will take Berlin, and burn it to the ground!"
As I saw these pitiful Nazis
struggle on the ground,
Trying to get away from
the might of our
proud army,
trying to
stay alive,
I still did not feel pity.
In fact,
I felt joy.
I walked to one, and leveled a Walter P-38 at his head.
He stopped struggling
and stared at me.
He muttered
some curse
under his breath,
and
he spat at me.
It did not end well
for him.
Why must it end like this?
Why must we fight?
Why must I kill
Nazi after Nazi?
Is that all my life is now?
To kill every Nazi I see because the generals order us to?
To hurt people?
"No, it is
Because they
killed,
tortured,
raped,
marauded,
and did horrible things
throughout
our motherland.
They even killed our family."
My inner self said.
For our grandparents
For our parents
For our loving sisters
For our relatives
For the Motherland
Now
You may rest
In Peace
Tania Chernova
It always ends this way.
Always.