The Birth of a Demon

By Alex Hamilton GROUP B

Fleeing through this barren tundra

I slip over the silk covered mountains

Like oil over water

I see him, lurking like a shark

That Ustioian bastard in the Eagle!

Hunting my prey!

My eye’s gaze through the blizzard

The pride of Belka on the run!

I unleash a Sidewinder, howling of the rail

Like an attack dog chasing it’s victim

The screams of danger in my headset

Tearing to the right, popping flares as I go

Sweat drips down from my neck hoping, praying,

I Tricked the spear of death it streaks pass me

I punch the air in relief

I smirk, nice move buddy!

Show me a another trick

But I’m still the Hunter,

You’re a Rabbit on the run

I launch once more into the cold skies 

The shrieks of danger return

I panic as the flare counter displays a lonely zero

the fear of futility takes hold

Good by my wife, I was bested in these skies

A bang a fireball I live no more 

A ball of flame on the floor 

A man breathes no more

Now just a tally on a wall

Taken by the ravages of war

But one day I will be like him......

And I will meet him once more