Mirror Wars

Mirror Wars Mirror wars across the years, see my fighter plane cut through the sky, deadly eggs under the wings for the enemy. No mercy at my hands for today I’m in a nebulous mood. What would Custer do if he had my plane in the sky? Stop the Indians and be victorious, not slaughtered to a man? Call him a hero today but what was he then? Target coming into view, see flashes of bomb bursts and glow of tracer fire. I laugh at you, you can’t touch me but I can you. Press the nob and feel my plane buck like my mistress as my bombs head down. Soon you’ll be dead like Custer, mirror wars reflecting images of death.