Hair of a thousand silver strands. Her beauty was forged from fallen stars. A present from the sky, too precious to be held forever.
On the contrary, your soul so tattered and weak, hungry with lust. The teeth of her ghost drag across your feeble bones, tasting the desire you have for her King.
Shame on you for playing with things that aren't yours, silly girl. Her howl shifted ocean tides and scarred the moon. No universe could've survived her thunder. Worlds had been slain and devoured by her wisdom alone.
Selfish child, did you think it wise to compete with the Queen? She will crucify you with her elegance. Her beauty will rip your heart out from your fickle body and feed it to the wolves.