jet fighter air war over the desert

 

DESERT CLASH

 

A murky dust laden night gives way to a searing

hot day over the barren desert.

Sun glints off metal many miles away

as aerial knights rise to do battle.

The Tigersharks get ready to fight

the Eagles in the coming battle.

Suddenly it starts as missile trails

dance through the sky and jets

leave contrails in the humid upper air.

A flash registers a hit as a plane dies,

immortality now gained.

It’s an air war like no other

because the price is the world

as forces of good battle against Lucifer’s evil.

If we lose then our planet falls into death and

anarchy.

deserteaglefighterjettigersharkwar

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