A mournful sprite of mischievous content.
The darkness from within curves the truth to be bent.
A wild thing with dreams of fantasy,
the pleasures of the world to bring her ecstasy.
“By thy pain you are enlightened,
the object of affection to be frightened.
Given a tease of what it can be,
the obsession of fear now controls me.”
Why the others could not be as is she, because they
fail the truth to see.
While they gallop and play, as they do in their way,
her darkness creates a distance she must stay.
Why should she feel the outcast after all,
it is they who are weak, they who will fall.