Storm
Her white lightening is seeable
Her black skin is not
Yet, she makes you notice her naval
Gray hair is wisdom, it is not bought
Her eyes turn blue when she gets mad
Her patience is not to be tested
We all know the power she has
So, respect the queen because is quested
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