Inside this man shaped coccoon,
lies a fragile unbreakable soul.
Sleeping daughter of the moon,
your time to wake will arrive soon.
You have watched me in fear,
as I call on dark fire to consume all.
I was born beyond this sphere,
and will still be a light despite my fall.
The egg shell is starting to crack,
slowly she opens her beautiful eyes.
A sea of stars set in eternal black,
will you harden your heart to her cries?
She is a newborn goddess of life,
her wings span all of space and time.
In her hands she holds a burning knife,
a demon hunter in her prime