Dogfight
I turned into the fight with a burst from my guns
Please don’t jam on me now
Pouncing unseen onto a ME One One Zero
He’s gonna go down somehow
My cannon have hit the iron heart of this beast
Causing his progress to falter
Ripping in hard to his starboard wing section
I will take no quarter
He’s hit the deck hard, there’s an explosion
Plenty of kites left in the sky
Pull back on the stick, open the throttles
There with a blink of the eye
Looking for a target, another appears
Making this my eleventh kill
The sky is my war zone, let battle commence
Eleventh that is until……
Now I’ve taken a hit, but I’m still in the sky
Glycol streaming away
If this damage should deteriorate some how
I’ll have to leave this fray
Cutting power to my portside motor
Rudder moved accordingly to adjust
The stick has gone heavy, flames eating the wing
My faith above, in him I trust
Losing height fast, but my guns are still blazing
Opening the canopy now
I’m trying like mad to keep this beast airborne
But really don’t know how
Down goes another foe in a hail of cannon fire
My ammunition is out
Looking for a safe place to ditch this fiery crate
Copyright © Steve Eaton | Year Posted 2017
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