Deadly Beauty

The air hums, taut with electricity,
As the tiny missiles launch to and fro,
And I startle at their proximity;
Their swift midair dance performed with gusto;
I tense as one performer draws too near,
Its buzzing ballad burning down my spine;
I make to take flight from the scene in fear,
But I cannot and pretend to be fine;
Yet even as my terror reached its peak,
I could not help but admire the thing:
Its limpid wings, anatomy so sleek;
Though its song terrifies me, it can sing;
As long as this killer persists to be,
I’ll live in fear of its deadly beauty.


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