Victoria’s smile could not stop her heart from racing, She was finally reconnecting to the skies like an unbound angel. She was enjoying the taste of perceived victory. Breathing in the scent of fresh air and the aroma of war cries, Her senses were on fire with excitement.
She allowed herself to be appointed, The chosen leader to defend her people and homeland. Her hot air balloon army would descend like acid Rain drops upon her people’s invading enemy.
Her enemies would understand what it’s like, Being bitch slapped from on high, When her balloon army released their new laughing gas. The gas itself was proven upon inhalation to induce A never-ending laughter in its victims until they Died from an excessive happy time.
Victoria smiled as her balloon army approached The invaders like eagles stalking their prey, She closed her silken eyes and ceased her smiling, And prepared for the final victory blow that Would stop the invading force on her people Once and for all, signifying her place in history In the old era of 852OE.
GF Poetic Wisdom | War is never inspired by peace, but by emotional fires that burn as hot as air balloons. ~ Gabriel Foster
