She was born under the scorching sun,
The one, whom only death could outrun.
The moon praised her beauty,
And the warriors sheathed, upon her glory.

She made the stars fall,
The whole world reaches out when she calls.
The darkness was her ally,
No wings, still no one could stop her to fly.

For she was the queen of hearts,
Like the king of spades.
Nothing dared to go against,
Cause with her glow, everything seems faded...