Dark Thoughts Seeping Through My Head

A lovely petal blooms in all seasons, may it be spring, summer, fall, autumn and winter.
She falls and withers where the sun can't cast a light upon her shadow.
She is ultimately bizarre, supremely and completely a princess who needed not a knight to protect her under the wings of those who condemn her.
And through the darkest of the night, there she lies golden, unscathe, formidable, volatile yet fragile inside.

-- p.n.