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Above the Channel’s silver skin, Where thunder rolls and wars begin, Two Spitfires dance in deadly grace— Steel hawks in a sky-bound chase. The pilot’s grip is firm, yet light, Eyes locked in the fading night. Throttle wide, the Merlin roars, As tracer fire and fate implore. A Messerschmitt dives from the sun, Its cannons bark, its run begun. But ZD-E twists through the air, A ghost in camouflage and flare. Wingman close, the code “71,” Keeps formation, never shuns. They loop and roll, they climb and dive, In this ballet, few survive. Smoke trails mark the final turn, One plane falls, the engines burn. But in the cockpit, calm and grim, The victor hums a battle hymn. No cheers, no flags, no grand parade— Just clouds and silence where they played. Yet in that sky, where legends flew, The RAF wrote history true.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
ThePoppiesStillBloom
Spitfire Ballet
Above the Channel’s silver skin, Where thunder rolls and wars begin, Two Spitfires dance in deadly grace— Steel hawks in a sky-bound chase. The pilot’s grip is firm, yet light, Eyes locked in the fading night. Throttle wide, the Merlin roars, As tracer fire and fate implore. A Messerschmitt dives from the sun, Its cannons bark, its run begun. But ZD-E twists through the air, A ghost in camouflage and flare. Wingman close, the code “71,” Keeps formation, never shuns. They loop and roll, they climb and dive, In this ballet, few survive. Smoke trails mark the final turn, One plane falls, the engines burn. But in the cockpit, calm and grim, The victor hums a battle hymn. No cheers, no flags, no grand parade— Just clouds and silence where they played. Yet in that sky, where legends flew, The RAF wrote history true.
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