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.