The Chrome Armageddon

The Chrome Fleet’s Demise

The Chrome of her body gleamed in the sunlight.

An original crest of sanguine, onyx and gold painted on its back,

informing its audience of the impending Armageddon

Wilson proudly watches her emerge from the scraps of metal.

The planes admire this creation secretly waiting,

for their own descent into the disastrous world.

Each plane waited for its own grand entrance,

into this catastrophic world of wonder

where crisis against fellow planes occur daily,

Gleaming in the sunlight,

They take off single file,

to show the world the true meaning of

Armageddon.