Spy almost fell from the sky, getting injured

The Spy

In the shadows, a spy's eyes gleam bright
Watching, waiting, a silent sight
Their mission crucial, they must be bold
No room for error, their fate to moldTheir target locked, they take the stage
A high-stakes game, where lives engage
The spy's art is one of subtle play
Betraying none, while others slayBut as the game unfolds, a sudden fall
The spy's world is turned, their mission's call
To rise again, with a newfound might
To outsmart foes, and end the fight

Almost

Almost there, the finish line in sight
Almost a victory, after endless fight
The runner's legs, aching with each stride
Almost the moment, when their heart will resideThe crowd cheers on, with a deafening sound
Almost a win, that will be renowned
The runner's breath, a heavy sigh
Almost a triumph, that touches the skyBut still they press, through sweat and pain
Almost to the finish, with a runner's refrain
Their heart beats fast, with a mix of pride
Almost a win, that will not subside

Fell

She falls hard, on the concrete ground
A moment's loss, her heart turned down
The rush of wind, a muffled sound
As she struggles, to rise from the groundShe scrapes up, with a bruised face
A painful reminder, of her fragile pace
The fall from glory, a steep decline
A moment's loss, that will forever shineBut still she rises, with a newfound might
A phoenix born, from the ashes of night
Her spirit reborn, with a fierce cry
Fell to a new dawn, with a warrior's sigh

Sky

The bird takes flight, into the open sky
A soaring moment, as it touches the high
The wind beneath wings, a gentle breeze
As it rides the currents, with effortless easeThe clouds drift by, a wispy trail
As the bird glides, with a gentle gale
The world below, a tiny scene
As the bird soars free, with a carefree sheenBut then it falls, to the ground below
A moment's loss, as it hits the snow
The wind rushes by, with a mournful sigh
As the bird's fragile form, meets the winter sky

Getting

She scrambles up, with a determined stride
To reach the top, and claim her prize inside
Her heart beats fast, with a mix of pride
As she stands tall, with a victorious strideShe conquers fears, with a steady hand
And claims her own, with a triumphant stand
Her spirit unbroken, with a newfound might
As she rises high, into the morning lightBut still she climbs, through sweat and pain
To reach the summit, where her heart will reign
Her spirit soars, with a triumphant cry
Getting to the top, where her heart will lie