An ode to Folken 


    on the wings of angels 
 lies the heart of a child
flying through the airwith the ease of a bird
with one graceful movment
   then in a moment the battel began
the wings turn black and and the inoncence leaves
leaving behind death, to much death 
no one cares when your life comes crashing down around you
then it falls from the sky washing away the tears of the dead
the sorow engulfs and the world falls silent
fire burned away your hopes and dreams
memorys dissipering, fading lost in the ruins of a kingdom
the city of angels in a world of broken dreams and wishes
        
 							By Sabrith Alastar