Anticipating the right moment to barge in with style.
Making sure that heads turn, frozen jaw dropping moment.
She does it with great elegance, no pretence, it was an aura wished by many.

Many years passed, eventhough she is in great distress, she held her head up high.
Aura follows her through but the strength and power was gone.
She knows not where.

It was gone, inside it was wornout and fragile. A tiny whisk would blow it all away.
It was like an abandoned house.