My Lady of silver and smoke,
Do not be taken by the allure of
The clear cut truth.
It is nothing but a lie.

My Lady of gold and sunlight,
Enamoured you may be
With your adoring fans,
They will cheer at your execution.

My Lady of the everlasting night,
Your dark domain both threatens and shelters
Those whom you have claimed.
May your benevolence extend to all.

– Arsh