Poetry.... "Orion"

Orion


Crouched.
Tensed.
Hidden and lurking.
Outstretched wings-
fiery tips
slips through Orion
hunting packs of three
conveys thou and thee
through a cold and vacuumed sea
tigers. dragons. ships.
blips on the scope.
vanquished
unclean.
Give them rope
just enough to hang...
we heard the weapons-
fire sang.
I sang my love for thee
a kiss goodnight.
Orion slip'd away