Ugh...this isn't my idea. I read this story somewhere so I just turned it into a poem. I apologize to the author for using your idea and I in no way claim it. It is your wonderful idea that inspired this poem and if you are reading this I hope I have done justice to what you wrote. -Gamy
Disclaimer: I in no way or form own the idea or Black Lagoon. Damn!
The Mission
She creeps in the dark,
like a shadow herself.
Quite like the wind,
not a whisper felt.
Her feet bare against the cold floor,
not a sound they make.
As she moves like a tigress,
to get what's her's to take.
With hair like flames loose for once,
and eyes like molten gold.
She scans the mysterious room,
for the dangers that it holds.
The coast is clear,
she moves ahead,
she senses her target ,
and turns her head.
She opens the door,
cold air chilling her face.
She reaches in and with triumph,
pulls out a cold red case.
Her eyes widen,
her muscles freeze.
The lights come back on,
she senses enemies.
She turns around,
legs apart.
Ready to pounce.
Her mind is screaming,
sirens and warnings.
But the asian man, with his crinkled vest, just rubs his eyes and says...
''God! Put down the damn ice-cream and go to bed Revy. Its two in the morning!''
Dadadadaaaaaaa...there, another poem! Not my idea I repeat but the poem-isation is mine. Is that even a word? Anyways I'm not suffering from writers block. Just laziness. Its soooo hard to pick up the pen and bring it to paper. I'd rather watch America's Funniest Home Videos reruns! Till next time...Sleep glorious sleeeeeeeeep! Review,s appreciated.:)