she walks in vengeance, like the night of moon-dust hills and starry skies and all that's best of dark and light meet in her magic implanted eyes nothin' mellows her fierce fight the hive's own logic she defies

no shade or nightmare can impress the hate with which she gives her chase she glares on death without distress and kindles hope in the darkest place she won't never stab you in the back if she gonna stab, it's in your face

an' on her cheeks her black tears drip her three eyes glow with green soulfire she got a wish ball an' a tomb ship an' yet she hangs out with a liar who shoots his own crew from the hip an' loves her with his self entire

Art by @aghostsdestiny Poem by me (based on "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron).

Link to Ao3 if you wish to read/comment/send me kudos there.