A girl swathed with moonlight,
With hair flowing from ebony silk,
Dark lustrous eyes shining with light of the stars,
Slender body whirling at night.
A girl with sharp teeth and an even sharper tongue,
Eyes that flash with flames with provoked,
Beauty is not her concern,
Neither is fame or fortune.
Hatred against the merest slights,
Shifting temper with a blow of a breath,
Smile of the sharpest night,
And passionate beneath the thickness of her skin.
No part of her yields for you,
Or for anyone out there who dares to stand in her way.
She forges a path forwards,
For everyone following behind her.
Determination and grit are sprinkled among the stars in her eyes,
A weapon forged for fighting
Not in war among the fear-drenched sweat,
But at home where her words are a weapon and her soul an armor.
A girl swathed in sharp moonlight
With hair bound up in ebony silk
Dark lustrous eyes shining with the strength of the stars
Slender body the light in the dark.