The Triumphant Return Of Ariana Glass. Pt. 2 Exile.

The world shunned her from their sight,
Dousing her in eternal night,
Six rings hold the key,
Of what we cannot see,
She is true to herself, eight colors,
Three fiery glares, and pain that hovers,
Stars reveal the truth of lies,
Evolving pain into clear blue cries,
Joy from those who use magic,
The story of the one who remains tragic,
From the start of her life it was all a trial,
One with many roads, but she chose that of exile.