For jealousy and anger are her vices, loyal as a dog and vicious too,
How you have fallen from heaven, morning star,
She is not Lucifer's daughter, though her thoughts are dark and her fancies melancholy,
She flies not with the sluagh and the Gabriel hounds,
Human and weak, straight locks of gold and eyes of cyan and green, this girl does dance with the Fées in their night-time revels,
And sworn she is, to record their tales, with pen and ink, on parchment scrolls.
~ For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. ~
- William Shakespeare
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