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.