Steel ground beneath, grinning sun watching on.
Step like spring rainfall, soft, gentle and slow.
Take care in this minefield, though it looks calm,
Your conflagrant death lurks just down below.

Make a single misstep and all is lost.
Glowing digits shall be your only guide.
Lapse in judgement, pay a terrible cost.
Luck and logic are where all hope resides.

Time flows like blood dripping from a cut vein.
Know innocent lives depend on your skill.
And though you may trudge on with cold disdain,
Their screams of death will be hollow and shrill.

Oblivion, soldier, should you once stray,
Lies beneath plains coloured gunmetal grey.