She was born of starfire and discipline,

a goddess cloaked in shadow-skin.

She speaks in storms, yet moves within,

the pulse between chaos and origin.

Galaxies bend where her thoughts begin,

her laughter spins through worlds akin,

they whisper her name, soft as violin,

the secret word that ends and begins.

The destroyer, the rebuilder, the crystalline,

she breaks what was so love can climb again.

She is rhythm, rebirth, and ruin’s twin,

the infinite heart they call _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .