Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Metal Gear Solid

On a dangerous mission,
Reconnaissance in Outer Heaven.
Snake\'s boots hit the barely dry cement,
Silencer equipped, the metal has a slight dent.
A weaponised hangar,
Containing lots of danger.
Soldiers and cardboard boxes,
Here comes an agent of Fox\'s.
Where is the Metal Gear prototype?
Taking out enemy combatants in the dead of night.