A priestess of the Moon, she shines brightest under the stars
Her voice is like sculpture; smooth and pleasant, but cold and weighty
Your heart is the difference between beauty and blood

She has the softest heart, and the sharpest teeth
Tempt either at your peril

Amber eyes blaze in the dark, searing away your glamour

Like bolts of lighting, veins of darkness claw across milky white
Such is her hair as it caresses her pale skin
For she is a marble hammer, shattering itself to destroy you. 

~She said her name was Luna