Transmogri…flying

the Interceptor T cut through the sky
like a shining blade
in anticipation for the thrill
its goal was kept determinately steady
a prisoner through the visors eye

almost like a still

the first shot, not a lucky one
left the pilot swearing his complaints
this was not his day
but he had learned to put aside his feelings,
where it came to this;

he was a hunter and she was prey

why this bird, with little wings
had manoeuvring skills he couldn't defeat
turned questions into mantra's
racing through his mind
for what seemed to last for eons

he never recognized when he was bind
in just a single beat

focusing on mental imprint
to out scheme;
no matter what, or come what may
he wanted her secrets and he needed them now
and she would not go down his history

as the one that got away

but as it often goes with testing wings
when overdrive kicks in
both planes, turned bird of prey,
spin into unintended missions
and the reason for this courtship

breaks radio silence into a duet
voicing a mournful mayday