She drifts through shadow with the kiss of night
Upon her brow, a black rose in her hair,
Her beauty like an ember whose fierce light
Shows only how much darkness lingers there.

The nightmare forest parts to let her pass
In tribute to her power and her grace.
The Moon falls dim and all the stars fade as
Glomdoring welcomes her in its embrace.

As mistress of the Shadowdancers guild
And keeper of the coven's mystic lore,
She reigns enthroned in shadows, truly filled
With Mother Night's dark blessing evermore.

Let all who see her tremble at her might;
Behold the glory of the Queen of Night!