She was a ‘no compromise’ girl,
Like a glittering broken pearl on an oceanic skirt,
Her laughter was the clink of glasses,
And her cries were the melody of a dream’s dirt,
The-will-o’-the-wisp were her courage and fear,
Her dreams were intertwined in her hair,
She was in quest to hunt down the stars,
But she was afraid of the moonlight.
She was the one, the one who dared.