she was born with the wings to fly,

but embraced the fall.

and she had the strength to win the race,

yet continued to simply crawl.

destined for the brightest lights,

but she stood side by side with her demons.

with a future life to live,

yet in the darkness of death, she's gleaming.

but my darling, that's true grace,

the villainous kind.

she's was born from a starlit nightmare;

the most impossible to find.