Serina is the girl
that she's always, never been.
Although rushed and hushed, she
effortlessly glides through Hamlet,
then Oedipus,
leaving the others in the dust while
deaing with the most
unlucky hand that she has been dealt
in this, her final year of the first, and cheapest
twelve years of formal training.
And though the next
eight years aren't clear to her,
I see them bright as day.
Her lovely bright, delightful light
will show us all the way!
CLR 2013