II

Someday her tale be told,

Smoothly sailing suddenly gales against her body blow.

Least fascinated by glimmering gold,

She denied her soul to be sold.

How could she stoop so low,

Transfer to worldly mold.

Though not one with brightest glow

But could easily outshine mindset old

This created a rift somehow

Concealed with contempt,their hearts such hatred hold

Compelled in a direction opposite to current flow

Her inquisition they scold

Knowing it will burn her brow

She galloped like a wild horse bold