Her grace

She walks all strong, like an empress
Full of bliss, power and might
All alone yet powerful, nonetheless.
She walks ahead in pure light.

She wore moonlight like a dress,
Sunlight smeared on her face like highlights
The stars were blessed to her, Address,
Her existence in itself, the cause of a million fights.

She speaks with authority, like that of a king,
With pride, honor and righteousness
With the voice of a nightingale, does she sing,
Of everything that in the world is wrong and amiss.

She holds the swords of beauty in her eyes,
Her own self, oh, pure perfection
Of her beauty, speak all the enchanted men, wise,
Her grace never required any correction!