By Gabriel Foster
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 the surrender of being 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 cease her smiling,
And prepared for the final victory blow that
Would stop the invading forcing on her people
Once and fall all.
GF Poetic Wisdom | War is never inspired by peace, but by emotional fires that burn as hot as air balloons. ~ Gabriel Foster
