The Lady is a capricious Anthropomorphism of fate.   An embodiment of the belief that circumstance is guided by a force that lies outside sentiments’ control.

The Lady is ephemeric:  a shining, gossamer form of feminine beauty, with glowing green eyes, and ever changing white attire that flows about her.

The Lady is drawn to such dalliance with chance as gambling and love: whence sentients’ trust in things they cannot know or trust, in the hope of getting something they desire.

The Lady is mischievous and playful; her green eyes twinkling with amusement.
But those eyes can turn nasty if she is treated with resentment or distain ... or worse, if she is taken for granted.
“... a woman spurned” after all!