She...

She was just a lass on a world tour;
She visited royalties, and was fair to the poor;
She moved first class, was at met galas, and parties.
She was friendly to the high and mighty, she tagged along with them, a romance to death.
Tales were told of her origin, a lab rat, a means to an end, an enigmatic evil.
At such a young age the world knew her.
She was yet a lonely girl who's name struck fear and reverence to all and sunder.
She was labelled novel by scientists and leaders alike;
She was just nineteen but, she brought economies to a halt.
She was of no known origin but perceived as the daughter of the town of death.
Cities began to shut their gates, provinces their territories,
Governments were made inadequate, doctors inept, scientists a sham.
She flourished while every being quivered 
Her touch lingered even in areas she had long deserted.
Those who maneuvered around her soon became customers to the grim ripper;
Those who escaped her caress told fearful tales.
Those yet to receive her novelty couldn't even stand thankful,
They stuttered, they trembled.
She was the terror by night and arrow that flieth by day.
She was god to the atheist, plague to the christians and an infidel to the muslims
 She dared to make buddha loose his smile
She was only nineteen with so much power, none could relinquish.

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