Friday, November 15, 2019

Red Skies, Black Crosses

Above the frozen ground below
Pilot breath, as if airborne frost
The eagles above fight for life
Bleeding and dying for the land
Awarded for the valor to show
Medals of a red star or iron cross
A political struggle, a racial strife
The blood is equally upon their hands
From the finest each warrior chosen
Talented men chosen for war
Making each contest a tragedy
For to win, one other must die
No hope to survive, the air is frozen
The event of battle leaving scars
Dogfighting and dodging, agilely
Heroes and villains filled the sky