Ancient wings slice through cloud,

Eagle-eyes piercing veils of space.

Blood-stained talons grip prey,

While death dances in their wake.

When golden feathers spread wide,

Earth holds her breath in reverence.

The sky bows to its master,

As nature's perfect design soars.

Then man, ever-restless, sneers:

"I shall forge better wings,

Birth a demon from steel and flame,

A god of war, my design divine."

In furnaces of industry,

Where life dare not whisper,

A new predator emerges—

Titanium bones, turbine heart.

No blood flows through these veins,

Just kerosene and fury.

No mercy in its hollow frame,

Just calculated devastation.

This phantom splits the heavens,

Mocks sound with supersonic screams.

Gravity becomes mere suggestion,

Time bends at its command.

"Fighter jet," they name it,

This apex of human pride.

While nature watches, silent,

As her crown is stolen away.

The old hunter circles distant,

Watching its steel usurper climb.

Both masters of their domain,

One born, one built, both lethal.