The Faerie Queen

• Emma Smith, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

Hiding in a palace that lay amongst the scattered stone,
It was there, where she lounged upon her dark, ancient throne.
Her intense alluring beauty was enticing and bold,
Her wings gleaming in the moonlight as her gown glittered gold.
Beware I tell you, don’t fall for the enchanting mirage,
Of a pure, beautiful lady with a shiny corsage.
Her ruby red eyes are filled with a burning fire alone,
Her soul as black as the smoke that burns from her forest home.
She stills on her throne, a ruthless monster waiting to pounce,
It’s smart of her to have the upper hand, waiting to trounce.
She is cunning and clever her oppressors watch in awe,
Bewitched in the gloom-ridden shadows, hunting without flaw.
She is on the prowl now, for a new kingdom to conquer,
To add to her growing collection, to make her stronger.
Be careful I warn you, amongst the forest evergreen,
From there she watches and waits; the powerful faerie queen.