My first attempt at a sonnet in years

She was irresistible, so calm within her practice.
Her silence spoke much more than groups of joined voices.
Her stillness taught more than all her impulsive life choices.
She was so bold, a critic in all of her madness.

She was quite inspiring, determined in her given blackness.
All she had used as a cure, humanity labeled as poisons.
Once all she loved was gone, her purpose was completely avoided.
She was not the norm, perfecting all of her tactics.

She is the motion in all of your favorite stories.
She is the light that the lost rely on.
She is the growth in every piece of knowledge.

She is disaster that’s followed by ease.
She is the memory we long.
She is the answer our ears will surely demolish.