She stood in the middle of the darkness, crystal raindrops fell off of her hair. Light danced on her palms and love played on her fingertips. She commanded the sun to rise every morning, and brought it down to its knees every night. Angels talked to her as they sat on the moon and together, they raced against time. Cherubs sang songs of her, and her smile, like stars, filled the sky with bright lumen.
No world was too big for her, no realm was too vast. Her voice echoed like thunder, and everything listened when she spoke. Her anger was lightning- fast, dangerous, and sure. And when she loved, it was always pure.