Sonnet of the Moon: Celest

Dear Celest, the youngest of three daughters
The runt that which the King and Queen produced
She sinks as her sisters glide through water
Her respectability is reduced
Not slim, not smart, nor elegant at all
The awkward and misunderstood Celest
She builds up barriers and tough brick walls
So no one will find out what she does best
How alive her paintings are when complete
her paintings exudes animosity
her heart and soul are a genuine treat
Her emotions are shown with clarity
O how dear, how innocent Celest is
How sad, how melancholy Celest is