Luminescent is her being as befits her name
Glowing within the embrace of the moon
An aura of cooled anger floats heavily like a mist
Enveloping her in such a way that invites mystery
Envy

Draped in thick robes of voluminous black silk
That ripples like the streams as she glides through the woods
A band of silver enraptures her slim waist
Reflecting the pality of the skin
Deception

The gown itself is too dark to tell clearly
Velvety it appears in the enlightened sky
The moon’s light traces gently in her wake
A faithful lover it is though it knows she cares not
Unrequitance

Darkened hair streams out in two gentle strands
From the mouth of the hood
Her lips, shadowed by the wide cloak, gave off a garnet hue
A true beauty of the night she is
Silence

Eyes glow wondrously within the layers
But to look into them would stain her ethereal image
Too haunting they are
To look past them would be foolish
Flame

Life seems to lighten in her path
Unclouded the air becomes
Her scent still lingers upon the trail
To which she has descended
Unknown

What I fear to pass has been ordained by her hand
The whistling of the wind has told me as such
Screams of souls torn from their bodily forms
Scarred by the flames that emanate from her being
Terror

I can feel her enjoyment in this
What kind of being is she?
A Devil-Angel she is with her sword of blood
Glowing with passion
Desire

A legend she has become
One of the shadow warriors of the past has returned
To dictate her anger with eyes of flame
A beauteous lady of the darkness
Sith