In a morn as sweet as tulips bloom,
She entered the crowd in a cacophony of gloom;
Sun as salient with Apollo’s might,
She walked that road in brazen plight;
And thus began her tale of redemption.
An exiled voyage destined for deadlock,
She plied her way unaware of the common flock;
With grit worth goodness and geniality shunning contempt,
She emerged clad in a cloak nay to tempt;
And so did time change life to legend.
In a path littered with broken dreams
and Burdened souls,
She sought to walk barefoot and bold.