The Tetrad

This is the story of four friends

Braved the world, together they believed till the end

Rough on the surface, but within too deep

Shone a diamond, only theirs to keep

The first, with auburn hair,

Her bones were hollow but emblazoned in steel

Her fiery eyes remained reclusive

Entwined with her veins, defiance

The second, the most gallant of them all

Sky-high were her walls

Her treasure, the most precious of them all

For a golden heart lied where the shadows crawled

The third, the most ostentatious of them all

Her exterior tough to hide the broken wall

Encapsulated the others in such nescience

Perhaps herself she duped

The fourth, perhaps the queerest yet

She kept the three in check

Served her gifts on a platter

Tearing as the rest feasted

Quiet the fourth kept

Tensile strength kept her going

She was burned out

She had to flee

She ran far into the forest

Where no one knew her

She relished her anonymity

Joy came naturally

She only did one mistake

The light she exuded

Apart from her roots

Grew a new shadow

And it was hers to keep

Until she departed for a better world