Dark, she is and golden eyed
Rarely speaks above a whispered sigh
And yet her voice is feared
And her bite is worse than her bark.

Four feet six inches of her
Infiltrate your home should you annoy her
Learn the meaning of fear
For some sights are worse than the dark.

Born in the nicer, safer places
And yet she chose to the latest
tunes but to take her footsteps there and here.
Every day an Odyssey, always game for a lark

She spun her web in candlelight
And laid her head and slept by the light
Of burning towns amid screams of sheer
Delight and dreamed of the day she'd make her mark.




She's four feet six inches tall with ashen hair and golden eyes, with obsidian skin and the personality of a jumping spider.  She wears an elaborate golden headband, a copper disc pendant and a pair of glasses.  Her skin hugging costume is covered by a mid grey cloak that make her black skin look as if there were a colour even darker than black and yet it makes her ashen hair seem so white one would expect it to glow.  Her thin leather gloves and her boots match her skin..



Thank you for the pictures Ludo