The Stolen Plane

• Timothy Stott, Grade 10, Kings College
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'Write As Rain 2014' competition

Cloaked by the cold, dark morning,
He boarded his fateful flight.
Death was at hand,
Of a lonely, hard life.

Not a soul had a clue,
That their fate was at hand,
Of a man with no heart,
And a cunning, devious plan.

He thought he'd play
A little game.
He would make it difficult,
To find the plane.

'Twas a success for him,
But not to others,
A burden to their parents,
And sisters, and brothers.