Isabella

Say you want to rule, riding on a high tide, sinking ships of fools, think you are so great, when others ask why, do they know anything, it does no good, taking you to one side, such a face you pull, your eyes spin away, dance like fireflies, no issue what you say, it’s a poor gruel, for such fragrent lies, is that all of you , here in this lane, you only get one life, who really holds sway, before your demise ?