The darkness swells within her,
Absorbing all the worst in you.
Her nose flares and her eyes flash,
Anger building up as the mistakes do.
Her name brings fear with reverence;
Holding a thunderbolt and wearing skulls,
She still makes way for graciousness.
Let go of your troubled, dark intentions
And she’ll devour them with all her spite.
Bow to her, the powerful woman who
Knows the way around her trident best.