26 September 2012
In the grass and plants where insects stay,
The fairy princess has come to play,
Her glittering wings, showered in dust,
Copper coloured sprinkles, like falling rust,
Other fairies come out to see,
But one is filled with jealousy,
Her wings a mottled, earthy brown,
To her face this brings a frown,
She sees the princess, all blues and greens,
The way her wings shimmer and gleam,
Red hot hatred fills her head,
One hot angry tear is shed,
She knocks the princess to the ground,
The other fairies gather round,
She beats the princess black and blue,
She fights for what she thinks true,
She pins the princess to the floor,
The crowd gathers round, silent in awe,
The princess hides her beaten face,
Amongst golden locks to save her grace,
The angry fairy clambers off,
And walks away, her head aloft,
The princess looking to the ground,
Just limps off without a sound.
Princess • Opuss № I