She Was The Queen Of Fire

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Her eyes shined with adventure,
A new hunger to explore
An awakening spark lit inside her,
A confident spirit
That she didn't know was there before.
Her doubts that once consumed her
Were starting to loosen its grip,
Worries that wouldn't break from her thoughts
Were starting to unravel and slip.
She was the queen of the forest now,
Her crown made of vines and flowers
Her once dull, brown eyes
Now changed from the spark from before
To dangerous, untamed fire.

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