She soared the azure welkins,

with the grace of an eagle,

liberated from the adolescent fueled qualms,

fueled with the blood of a youth,

invincible to the lonesome evenings,

but there were sleepless nights,

spawned by self idiocy,

left her battered,

red blood leaves her palms,

as she lifts her limbs with all her might,

obscure the violently abysmal despair with commendable intricacy,

plagued by yesterday's skeletons,

and impending confusion's,

an arcane woe subtly glimmer in those eyes,

seeking ephemeral aid.