She was a soul stuck out of time. As if cut from the light that gleaned from her eyes. She turned heads with her presence which preceded her smile. She was raucous yet demure, a kind of shape shifting guile. Her style her own until she desired another. With her chameleon whim; she was a dreamer, a lover. Willfully naive and recklessly brave. She sought castles in clouds and Kings for her claim. Face to the sky, she challenged the sun. 'Burn brighter than I or to the night succumb'.