Amy Frank
Flight of the Faeries
Written in 2003 - Age 17. The eve the leaves had fallen,
the crimson, gold and green,
where butterflies were flighty
and angels could be seen.
A single blood-red leaf
swayed towards the earth,
and the emerald eye of innocence
was given a new birth.
The silence pierced the forest,
it numbed the owls cry.
With lady death upon us
the moon could barely shine.
Yet through the dust it sparkled
the rain would part its fall
and the mightiest of mountains
would yield fo
