Cynic

Wraith.
Devil.
Wreck.
Miracle.
Angel.
Hero.
She was called these things and more.
What’s her name, again?
Who knows.
The girl with the tangled red hair,
The girl with the pale freckled nose.
The girl who always spoke her mind,
(Not very kindly, I suppose.)
Pointlessly arrogant,
For all the right reasons.
Snidely, snarkily,
Running with treasons.
To give up a friend,
Oops, no, a foe.
And suddenly, she grows.
And all the king’s horses,
All the kings men,
Couldn’t get her out of the clouds again.
She breathed ozone,
She spewed propane.
Her dreams reeked of toxins,
And she awoke in the flame.
She'll never tell you her knowledge,
She'll never trust you with it.
Foolishly independent,
No,
Just determined.
The girl who challenged the world,
With a sneer and a smirk.