Flightless

Random fairy poem I wrote.

The soft twilight hours fade.
Harsh darkness prevails.
She spreads her wings, tries to fly.
But once again she fails.

Cold water rushes through her hair.
Her wings wrap 'round her delicate frame.
Here, she doesn't have to care.
But with the others, she feels shame.

A small head bobs up from the water.
And bright eyes look around.
But she's alone, the others flew off.
And now they can't be found.