I was born of the darkness between the stars, and with the fire of the stars I burn. Whomsoever visits flames upon me will taste my wrath in return.
The Heresiarch ran a star to ground, sundered and buried her light. The Heresiarch shall soon know pain, shall fear my name and my might.
* * * * *Sista Kallista
Needs no mistah. In your grill
with her ballista!
Ok, no more haikus, I promise (fingers crossed behind back).