Disjointed abstractions...

Lighting up the way,

Shining along like a sun's pure ray...

People awed by her,

Friends sweared by her...

Neither beauty nor brawn,

Only her brain spawned...

Impressing all over,

Victory, making it sweeter and sweeter...

Her pride soared,

Care nought a tuppence, she rode;

Alas, pride hath a fall,

And loved ones turned to loathe...

Realisation far too late,

Turning backs, worship started to abate...

'What have I done', lamented she...

Tried to change, tried to turn...

Though none to see newly reformed spree...