She

A time lost in shadows

Speaks of a young woman

Clothes in starlight

Armored with void dust;

Her sword the elegant curve of spacetime

Her feet as swift as angel wings

Her eyes two blazing supernovae

Her skin as black and as rich as space itself.

She, who the stars sang lilting lullabies to in the spreading dark of space.

The Void was her bed, a pulsar her pillow;

The Earth a glimmering jewel on her finger.

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