Fate’s eyes narrowed and dark lips curled
In a – Smile? Grimace? Sneer?
A bright little kid was given the world
To a frightened cheer.
Would she now see the world as toy?
Would she exact revenge?
What would be her chosen joy?
On what whims did our lives hinge?
She held all in clever hands
But what was in her heart?
She could cure the sickly lands,
Turn caring to an art.
She could feed and shelter all.
She could green the dimming woods.
She could fell dividing walls,
She could save us all, she could.
In the end she held the world!
A chance she couldn’t waste!
It was a rich and creamy pearl,
She had to have a tas–