Azula:
There once was a girl,
Her name being Lucky
Though recognized as "Azula",
The tide perpetually rolled in her favor,
She commanded fate
Or so it seemed,
The glossed chill of her voice,
The devious garb of all that she was,
Demanded nothing less than perfection
For to fail was of tremendous consequence,
She seized the fear
Lurking in everyone's eyes,
Friend or foe,
None could escape her claws
Except one,
His name was Ozai,
Father of the beast,
Sheppard of evil,
The one Lucky respected most
And would not dare oppose,
He was the only one,
The only
One
Who understood,
Who could hope to relate
To the inner turmoil churning within,
She craved his attention,
Nay, his approval
For the mother she vied to forget
Faltered in dealing the proper love,
Stealing it all away for that heretic…
Zuko…
Her name was Lucky,
All the fortune of the world
Tousled in her hand,
Until fate betrayed her one day
And she fell victim to herself,
Too crippled to tolerate the blows,
Although previously unrealized,
She served under defeat,
No longer Lucky,
But simply "Azula"