That night was going to be her first dance. 

At the bloom of her years 

Sixteen to be precise 

She had to look dazzling 

So she wore her soul in 

Pure elegance 

Roses growing from scars 

Stitches and a gorgeous killer smile 

Her eyes in 

Part diamond 

Part fire 

Singing warmth 

 And screaming danger 

For her aura 

She chose hot pink 

Each step she took said 

Bold, Bold, Bold 

But as she walked through the ballroom 

Dance partner after dance partner 

As is the norm 

Each one pointed out the fact that

She was too much

Too bright and too bold 

So she sat down with herself 

And then he came along 

Polite and charmingPerfect 

To say the least

And she waited for him to 

Fall in love with her diamonds 

The ones whose flames she extinguished 

So that he could admire the sparkle 

However,it was futile 

He seemed to be in his own world 

Going on and onNot letting her put in a word 

And so 

She chose herself again 

Took a walk in the serene garden 

Watching the stars 

 And she never again 

Chose anyone 

Who was unwilling to accept that 

She is no less than The daughter of thunder.