Corsairs at Twilight

In the twilight sky, the Corsairs soar, Folmar leads, scanning the distant shore, Quiet day, but shadows start to creep, As the MiGs rise from where the darkness sleeps. Corsairs at twilight, in a fading light, Old and new collide, in the heart of night. Facing jets that roar, in the silence of the blue, Where the echoes of the past meet the fight anew. Engines scream as the MiGs appear, A clash of legends, a moment so clear, Folmar’s courage in the fading sun, In the skies where the old and new are one. Corsairs at twilight, in a fading light, Old and new collide, in the heart of night. Facing jets that roar, in the silence of the blue, Where the echoes of the past meet the fight anew. In the quiet aftermath, the echoes linger still, Of Corsairs and MiGs, in the twilight chill. Corsairs at twilight, in a fading light, Old and new collide, in the heart of night. Facing jets that roar, in the silence of the blue, Where the echoes of the past meet the fight anew. As the night embraces, their stories fade, Corsairs at twilight, in a somber parade.