A warrior in disguise

Mourning In demise

What appears to be transparent is so clear

Misunderstood and fickle

Very pretentious and secluded

Who can understand their beauty

Dressed in all black for the season

To fight and have good reason

Mishaps is a lesson learned

Simultaneously a blessing is earned

Having a daring personality

Some would forbid the truth

Highly underestimated and presumptuous

In exuberance love is conjoined

But hate is a state of being left out

There is not much in mind to doubt

But the mechanism of truth

Behold the extravagance and the visual guide to life