Medieval

This one wasnt in the shadows, like she thought.
She didnt know she was so scene?
She was loud, though not proud...but yes pride.
To know not self, nor power, nor truth.
She had light, she had dark, and then a spark,
Ignited strange happenings, not just sobriety.
Open doors pyschological castles to explore, she spirals
out of control into the unknown.
She was locked in the dungeon.
Say yes, she was scared.
Frightening witch? Which is frightened? Who?
No saving knight in shining amore, no more.
She recognized real, his knees were knocking.
Knock, knock, knock...never at her door.
How did she not know she was loud?
She never had seen her scene!
She was so loud she knock, knock, knocked
On her own door...a simple knock,
and her mind opened.
Amazing.
Castle keep.
Jump into the moat...sink or swim.
Jump head first...die or live she may.
Still yet this day, die or live she may.
How to live newly shining bravery, I beg your pardon?
She has her own armour, amore.
All her own, no need of knight.
She is fair in the light,
Boundaries fierce in the dark.
Protected warriess.
She shall crawl before no man.
All a lesson.
She says again,
I beg your pardon.