Low.

 Bright as a dream and a heart of gold.

To every wish's end, would her means unfold.
 'twas her wish, like a speck to flow,

Twisted and twirled into Zephyr's soft blow.
O' dear Heavens! She settled for low.

Cried the heavens.."She settled for so less!".
Her gifted wits, she traded for a dress.
Bought a minute's mirth, escaped the wailing weeks,
Relished her cheer, ignoring life's shrieks.

But who in world could advise the wise,
 leading themselves to an ironic demise.
Treading the desert, in search of snow,
Sigh heaved the heavens,
"She settled for so low!"


-Askios
(Don't remember when the line "oh she settled for low" struck my head. Been trying to wrap my head around it ever since)