His Precious

Smell of strong black coffee masks the air
Corner of darkness has a seeker within
Watching what he wants
Waiting for the right moments to strike

Shining gold glints in the distance
His precious, his goal, his addiction
Eye darting back and forth
Watching every bodies movements
Waiting for the right moment to strike

The storm cracks out back
A loud pop
The lights flicker
Just one more flash

Room lights brightly
Light become unneeded
Darkness surrounds and the man grins
Waiting for the right moment to strike

And here it is
Striking forward
Darting between bodies as they fall
His precious, his goal, his addiction is at his fingertips