She wanted to be the one, Rising up, with each step taken Be the one fighting the dread destined The one diving deep, Into the pastness of the past Not caring what the coming held, She loved rain, but feared the thunder Beyond while she lit herself She loved fire and its spark, the bolt of Lightning and its wrath For care did she not for the unseen cries. The demonic fright and the roaring skies Published in Daily Times, July 3rd 2018.