The Battle of Britain II
A pulsing motive met them in the sky
to paint his birds before they flew your way,
then talons reared, determined to deny
the devil’s flying wolves a win this day.
Your heaven’s filled relentlessly with fire
as deficit engulfed your salty air.
Persistence waned as days grew ever dire
with no relief, for hell was everywhere.
But now the beast has set upon a quest
to raze your guilds and break the British will.
Tenacity shall be your greatest test
for Satan has a destiny to fill.
When Heaven balks uncertainty remains,
though hope retreats, a master seized the reins.
Though hope retreats, a master seized the reins
to steer his legions straight into the storm.
He stands as stone while motivation wanes
and cityscapes fall victim to the swarm.
Let not the fear engulf our British soul
for fear is but a doubt within the mind.
Let nothing daunt our Nation as a whole
and perseverance be the ties that bind.
But hope is not what soars into the air
to front the raging devils in the mist.
Your British wings must ride upon a prayer
and all those huddled down below, resist.
Your British sons must face the birds on high
and, never cede shall be the battle cry.
And, never cede shall be the battle cry
as London braces ‘neath a screaming tide.
Though flames from hell kept falling from the sky,
your doggedness was not to be denied.
Relentless fire, with no relief in sight,
shall taunt the Brit tenacity to flinch.
Though, as it roared your hearts endured the plight
for Britain will surrenders nay an inch.
But steel, like rain, continued to descend
to test the will of English fortitude,
incessant storms, persisting without end,
let skies unleash the devil’s turpitude.
His words of strength were rendered to inspire
though days grew dark and nights were lit a fire.
Though days grew dark and nights were lit a fire,
your fighting will stood fast against the fret.
Your stubborn stance persisted through the mire
to leave miscalculation with regret.
Your warring wings denied Sea Lion’s aims
to storm the tides that rushed your Channel shore.
And, though your cities smoldered from the flames,
your fortitude grew stronger evermore.
So now the beast set forth upon a feat
to blitz the East and trap a mighty bear.
But such a ploy could lead him to defeat
for hubris may fall victim to the snare.
Your aspirations never went astray
when confidence and hope began to fray.
When confidence and hope began to fray,
the sons of England soared into the sky.
‘Twas terror’s aim to lead you to dismay
but competence was destined to deny.
His raging wings unleashed a hellish storm
that set ablaze your confidence and will.
Audacity would take the devil’s form
intent to let brutality instill.
Though English will held fast against the tide,
the war was far from ending at her shore,
Its howling wind was not to be denied
for hungry wolves were ever seeking more.
Though arrogance had set the world on fire,
a dogged stance had made the beast retire.
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2024
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