MAKHASHANAH

daughter of Nuit 
lady of the stars 
the Bride of them that are vowed unto loneliness 

she has the moon for a crest 
and it is blazoned on her heart 
she walks curced in silver 

the queen of all them that dwell in Heaven 
the queen of all that are pure upon earth 
the queen of all that sorceres of hell 

blaspheme her 
then suffer knowing her 
for she is cold as your are cold 
and she burns with your fire