The Torch

It took her a bit, bit to figure

But when the torch was lit it didn't flicker.

Success would be a compulsion,

She knew it couldn't lead to corruption.

So day and night, she watered it with oil,

Made sure the torch would shine, 

So that even in her darkest hour,

The torch wouldn't flicker.

And as she rose to take her throne,

The torch was with her while she rose alone.

That torch became a part of her, 

Built with with her tears and torture.

It United, the conflicting thoughts,

It connected all the dots.

And that's the story of a torch,

That stayed with that girl forever.