Like a thief in the night
She takes away
in the daylight
Hoisting and shattering
young dreams
from those who admire
and envy her
Teachers alike
stand in sheer amazement
of her rise to
Power
Most bidding a farewell
in the final hour
Even it is no match
Lucky are those
who capture the wild wind
Those she do make
rarely meet her again
They know her by one name
Though it’s all the same
Something has touched this soul
to make her stand alone
The unruly lags around the corner
and cries with each mourner
Her name rests above mere titles
whereas mere mortals of past
rise to witness her presence
With health, wealth, and glee
beside her is the place to be
Pray to the Heavens
for sevens and elevens
Though a six is like a latch
For Serena
It’s Game, Set, and Match!