She soar to the mystical flame of truth,
Covered self with self indulgence,
Closing her eyes with flair,
Breathing for a better day.
In time she pulled in the omens,
Good, bad and the destructives,
Such a pitiful sight but with charm,
She defined it as a test of life.
Spreaded her wings beautifully,
Adoring her scent of living,
The moon always been her company,
For decades more to come.
In plain sight,
She buried the souls of hungry birds,
Till the day it never fails,
Things will work wonders.