[You’re welcome to the circus info: She was born into this world's plight Not destined for a gentle night No ordinary soul, no common child Her fate was sealed, her future defiled Her name is Emilia, a beauty so rare 18 years young, with piercing green eyes to stare Raven-black hair, often worn in a tangled mess A fragile frame, but a spirit that's been repressed Her voice is a whisper, a soft, sweet tone But when she's angry, it's a scream that's never known She's a weird and wonderful soul, a misfit in her own skin She talks to herself, in a voice that's barely within She's a introverted dreamer, with a mind that's far away She dresses in black, with a style that's gone astray Fishnets and leather, a look that's hard to define A fusion of darkness, and a beauty that's divine Her parents rejected her from the start abandoned her, a heavy heart No words of love, no tender tone They discarded her, left her to atone She was just a baby, ……