It's said she is made of storm cells

And a wild wolf's hungry heart,

That she's learned the lightning's secret

To ripping dark skies apart.

The power of her presence

Can bring the mountains to their knees,

Her song is one of chaos

As she stirs the angry seas.

But if you've met, you'd be none the wiser

Since she is also born of light,

Another face amongst the crowd;

The hidden hiding in plain sight.

Great power doesn't always come

Inside the forms you'd assume,

But you would never doubt her strength

When she is howling at the moon.