A star in disguise, living in her universe,
She delved into the lines of fate and challenged every curse.
She was a mess of words, that had an unfamiliar sheen,
She was the worst she could be, and the best she had been.
Her outlook was mild, she had a subtle voice,
She silenced her speech and that was quite not her choice.
When her pen touched the paper, exposed were their power,
She had her way with words, getting deeper every hour.
What more would you expect? What more could she even provide?
She was an incarnation herself, a part of her had died.