
This is my first poem which I wrote in around 35 minutes.Its a fond remembrance of the days when I was heavily into counter strike and dedicate it to all the teammates of my clan "Team V3".
As darkness surrounds and fear mounds,
And players prepare for the forthcoming rounds,
After playing 3 to 4 rounds free,
Every player is prepared for a killing spree.
Then the signal comes and everyone is steady
Its "Live in 3 restarts",are u ready?.
Pistol round is the crucial one,
It may decide which way the games gonna turn.
Assaulters are the guardians and spread their aura,
For if they get going u get wins in plethora
Most of them use the gun M4A1,
Though AK47 remains second to none.
For echoing we have the gun DEAGLE
With its proper use,the enemy gets bamboozled
AWP specialist is crucial among all,
And the sound of mag can become your death call
So till there's no mag there is tranquility,
As after that there's only fatality.
Then the rounds approach 15,and players prepare to change
So everyone conjures up all their strength,to win the last few games
Finally the sides change as the players swap
and both teams prepare for a deeper impact.
As the beacon goes on again and says "LIVE"
The sick sad story gets repeated twice,
You get nothing but head-shots,if u aim precise,
But there's nowhere to hide,if your get killed with a knife.
And finally as the game comes to an end
There is a team who's evolved as a champ,
And your path of glory is all laid,and all it takes is practice and skill
But if u can play like Vilden,Spawn and Method,then be sure my friend,we will meet in "cpl_mill"
So "GO GO GO",and dont ever "Fall Back"
For "Enemy is spotted" and all want to see his back
And "Storm the front" when ur "In Position"
And all u must say is "Affirmative" the jobs' done.
-Shikhar Bhatt