Downright to the marrow,
she's the arrow through the heartless.
Sunlight in the afternoon,
her shadow travels furthest.
Woven through the heart of doom,
she's bursting through the surface.
Hardly nervous,
suffice to say,
she understands her purpose.
Threshold Queen of everything,
a comical absurdist.
Sometimes when she talks she sings,
yet keeps her high notes wordless.