She had a heart of gold, but it was cold as stone

She stood surrounded with the knowledge that she was alone

She had a tongue of silver but it was coated with the deadliest venom

She never struck first, but was a warrior and wielded a weapon

Her smiles were disarming, her spite concerning

Yet she had a greater capacity than most for loving

Her guards never came down even once with the sun

The game of life was her guilty pleasure, a sick fun

Her brains were unmatched, her wits worth praising

Her tongue had a mind of its own and was scathing

Perfect with the imperfect scars she owned with pride

Brightening every dark room she walked in with her light

Her beauty was blinding, her scorn was brazen

Rumor has it that while she inhabited this world, she was never truly a denizen.

- Vaish
(30/7/22)

* * *

A/N:  I like this. I spent a while trying to perfect it as usual. It started with just two lines (the first and the third) before the rest of it came to me, little by little. You can say that it was a productive week.

How're you doing?