She had the heart of a warrior
The soul of a goddess  
Her skins so soft but scarred  she looked like she wore black lace

Her love made her golden and she glowed like the heavens she battled to be happy from the young age of seven.

She learnt to stop crying as they say it's crocodile tears.
She learnt to stop feeling cause nobody  ever cares .


They say that she's cold but  look what have the done ,they broke they heart of the little one.


Now she's a beast of learning and a terror of success she vows from that day that she will be the best.

Princess of pain they call her, and lady of loss, duchess of distress mistress of misery, she was a walking disaster to who didn't understand her

  She still pressed on the quest to be the one with the s on her chest,the hero to her family the saviour to her friends, example to her enemies and just her very best.

But her heart was still as dark as the galaxy with out the stars and sun she was The Regal Darkness ,The dark chosen one.