(From a snarky sarcastic bastard to a insufferable Know-It-All)
Here stands a warrior of the light
Haloed in her righteous might.
Learned did I not to cross her
When she take up a cause to fight.
Better tis is to try tempt Lucifer
Than brave her fury, swift and sure.
And should you face it first, I dare say you'd concur
That the Valkyrie hath a bark as bad as bite.
Yet, I love her still,
And like a moth to flame I flock
To the She-lion with such iron will.
It was she who gave a beast a chance
To forgive past evils where others'd balk,
Ready to steady with word, sword, or quill.