The undercover agent knew time was short

warned his situation was unsafe!

Torn between loyalty and duty to his country

every moment was a danger!

His very life was now becoming a statistic

having to be realistic!

The group he had infiltrated would have to kill him

once they knew who he was.

The latest information he had just dispatched

the big mistake falling in love!

His girlfriend had disappeared from public view

she was most likely dead he knew!

Pressure was mounting time for the escape plan

but was it already too late?

Would he be able to go the gang were watching

this was not just intuition.

Experience told him there really was no hope

it was the slippery slope

There was nowhere to run this was the end game

stuck here in his digs.

Outside the gangs enforcers gathered in his sight

reflecting on his precious love lost!

He had been cornered the mission must end here

how he wanted one last beer!

Through the dirty cracked second floor window

his options had a limited range.

From his pocket took out his mobile and dialled

sending a final coded message!

Jack knew the risks when the orders were given

had he been patriotically driven?

Noisy footsteps were rapidly coming up the stairs

his issued revolver ready to use!

Death maybe near but it would not be a cowards end

for him the battle maybe over.

No regrets he turned as the door burst open

and in ran four armed men!

Automatic fire sprayed all around the dingy room

yet Jack managed to fire back!

Hitting one of the rampaging thugs in the heart

before succumbing to the shells!

He died in glory an agent to the bitter end

would his soul into heaven ascend?

The death of a spy never in the public domain

this heroes story a secret must remain!

The Foureyed Poet.