God's Airborne, So's
A paratrooper........
Cold, dark, merciless.
Glinting, unmoving.
Once...... a lovers,
.... pair of eyes.
Now.
Bloodied,
a steely eyed, deliverer.......
of death.
Oh, winged warrior.......
trained killer,
with blackened, heart.
Should I die before the dawn
Pon the field of battle.
I know ,
Valkyries .......
Will harvest
My soul.....But not my heart.
Giajl © Jim Love