Anger, malignant, burning bright

Anger, malignant, burning bright.
Her soul devoid of all shining light.
A single star lights up her head,
For others, tears she will not shed.
Her heart is hard and devoid of feeling,
Her anger can send a person reeling.
A curse upon her made her loose,
The happiness, and what she choose.
Now just a shell, an irate lie,
The lost girl who fell from the sky.