A girl in a dress clad with blue fabrics,

Recites notes of her leadership rubric,

Her hands tremble in a quaking lyric,

A distant hum of darkness assembles at the background of her mystic,

She mulls over her short term in service,

Thinking back to the absence of life in her leadership crevice,

Nothingness swirls in her brain,

As she tries to think of her leadership's main,

Nothing but a title,

Not a single act to back up the mantle,

A ray of an emotion thwarts her worth,

Stifling her confidence with a great wrath,

In a bid to cover up her unfulfillment,

And to cover her exposed linen,

She...