Many moons ago,
A young lass of pale complexion
& fiery hair
Was cast into the night
Without a glimmer of salvation.
As the sun came and went,
She was faced with a choice
That everyone makes,
But few contemplate.

Her decision was deliberated
With great care,
As all matters of mortal affairs
Should be taken.

With a whiff of grass and an aching sigh,
She rose up from her ashes
To fly above our humble Earth
Once more.

Only this time,
She needn't return...