It's always this dogfight

we are caught in,
through burning skies,
dueling like true aces would.

Maneuvers are sickening,
the turning, the twisting
at breakneck speeds.
Tension is blistering:
impossible turns
and near-misses,
blazing-red guns,
winds howling and hissing.

Who will shoot down whom?

One will fall soon
lost in the gloom.

And if you win then what would you do?
And if you lose then what would I do
when this is a dance for two...