She Who Destroys the Light

No face have I, like the lily's white
Nor heart as pure as new fallen rain
O must I hide my truer self
Behind these scattered blossoms
Trembled you did, wherein this prison
souls are wont upon their doom
Gave sentence I, grasping power
That has ever been my own
If you should praise me prevailing beauty
that, only upon the surface falls
For this heart is unrelenting
As the lord who won it thus.