Fate questions even the most unquestionable,
At the most unexpected periods of cruelty.
But then again forsaken are those who do not,
Dare to lead a life they feel they must.
And hide in the shadows of their hopes.
Sinful was she,
Yet hide she did not.
She flaunted her sin,
And enjoyed it.
She cared no more,
For the frailties of despicable lives.
Her sins outdid her charming self,
She lived to live,
A life that few dared to live.
She lived to please herself,
Her life in her hands.
Her instinct grasping her reasoning.
Her soul riding above our latent ones.
