The first and last
Origin of fate
What is, what was, what will be
Who is, who was, who will be
Creator of creature
The alpha and omega
My Guardian Angel
is the shade of the moons glow
the pitch the light punctures.
The sheer sleet slate that ensnares
all things. It makes no difference to her.
She is the void, the space between space;
where we were born and where we will return.