Darkness Follows Light

A tall, elegant lady stands
in the darkness of the gloom.

Ebony silk floats across her curves,
blowing in the breeze.

Gold lace lines the silk,
eloquently cast across her face like a thin mist.

Her face is that of an angel's,
soft and warm with glory and wrath.

Such power comes from her stone heart,
forged in the fires of hatred.

Cold comes the breeze from the willow tree
to give the Lady of Darkness power.

Her ruling age will transpire
before the night is spent.