A hostile sky is my domain to seek
For truth among the lies and truthiness.
The patterns match and I forsee a bleak
And bloody future where I may caress
The timeline with an ultimate reply
Of "No, you shall not pass. You end today."
The voices in my head commend my high
Approach as hawks declaim me Bird of Prey.
My message leaps toward the enemy,
So swift and certain that my goal is straight
From here to there with ardent purpose; free
Of doubt or qualms, we seal the target's fate.
The voices in my head shout "Victory!"
The wicked foe is ash and misery.