Stardust Sentinel

Beneath the crescent moon’s quiet gaze, She stands, a sentinel of stardust and shade, Her braids woven with whispers of night, Trailing smoke that dances, a celestial braid.
Stars alight on her skin, like secrets etched, Compass and constellations, her guiding lore, In the velvet void, her silhouette is sketched, A guardian of dreams where the cosmos soar.
Her breath, a mist of forgotten galaxies, Her eyes, closed to the world yet wide to the stars, In silence, she holds the universe’s keys, A timeless voyager, beyond earthly bars.