It's said she's made of storm cells
And a wild wolf's hungry heart,
That she's learned the lighting's secret
To ripping darkened skies apart.
The power of her presence
Can bring mountains to their knees,
Her song is one of chaos
As she stirs the angry seas.
But if you've met, you'd be none wiser
Since she is also born of light,
Another face among the crowd;
The hidden hiding in plain sight.
Great power doesn't always come
Inside the forms that you'd assume,
But you would never doubt her strength
When she's howling at the moon.
-Unknown
