Darling dearest,

Never enough.

Not very fearless,

Not very tough.

Scared to leap,

Scared to step.

Afraid to leak

A secret she's kept.

Timid and shy,

Tiptoeing in the dark.

Searching low and high,

For a little spark.

But darling dearest wasn't brave.

Darling dearest never gave.

She had nothing, no nothing at all.

And she never moved, afraid to fall.

Oh, darling dearest never tried.

Darling dearest never cried.

Darling dearest would always hide.

And because of this, darling dearest... she died.

Author's Note:

I'm cruel, I know... This is sad, and it hurts me too I promise...

I tried to make the narrator sound almost spiteful in this poem. As if she was teaching the audience not to be like darling dearest.

Poor, poor darling dearest.

-I. Quill