SHE HAS THE ANSWERS

 

SHE HAS THE ANSWERS

 

It troubled her how it had come to this –

she knew each detail, each action, each thought –

but still it troubled her.

As she fell to her knees, her woollen skirt became sodden

with freshly fallen snow.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept

for her lost love, gone forever from this strife-torn world.

Soon she would do the ultimate sin and follow him.

Collapsing to the snow-covered ice, she was lost,

so lost and alone and filled with unbearable sadness.

She became a white mass, as indistinct as a lump of frozen ice.

Soon her body would shut down, as her mind had closed in,

concentrating on one thought – death.

To be with her soulmate.

Crying silently now, she opened her eyes.

The frozen fjord arced vertically out of her vision

filled with tears and falling snowflakes.

She only heard the noise, not of this place

when the huge grey shadow soared over her desolate form trailing fire.

Was it a Valkyrie coming to claim her?

A huge jolt shook her body through the ice

as the burning bomber smashed

onto the frozen lake, also dying,

a machine of war in her death throes

like the young girl, part of the slaughter

of another war – but as real.

Would the crew live or die like the evil

Norwegian girl and blazing plane?

Fate held the answers…

bomberdeathgirlicenorwaysnowwar

◄ SNIPER

Natalie. Politico (from my new series of Natalie poems) ►

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