She was perfect
She was kind
Like the fire, her flames aimed to be the brightest
She's the perfectionist and protagonist
Tho she's slipping away from the light
Now drifting towards darkness
Slowly becoming heartless and shameless
Surrounded by her anger and hunger for power
Her envy quickly devoured her
All her bottled emotions came suffusing like how the waves overpower the tides
Now she’s the misunderstood villain in the story
Trapped in her unwrapped emotions
Alone on her bloodstone throne
Having disgraced her family, and to be known as human waste
She's the sinner and winner of my story
this was my very first poem I would love any feedback
this was my very first poem I would love feedback