Fourth Born Of The Litter

Fourth born of the litter,
she lost her will to live.
Suicidal penchant is found in her missive.
Fourth born of the litter,
she was the first to roar.
As exacting mistress she always wanted more.
Fourth born of the litter,
she lost her will to love.
Through impassivity she gave the world a shove.
Fourth born of the litter,
she was the first to glow.
With slow dissipation she reached a bleak plateau.
Fourth born of the litter,
she lost her will to fight.
In fading diffusion she blended with the night.
Fourth born of the litter,
she was the first to die.
Forsaking her struggle she said one last goodbye.