In realms of mystic power, a warrior roams,
Tituba, an Angel Assassin, she calls her
own.
With lightning crackle, her presence
unfolds,
A guardian of blance, a tale yet untold.

Her silver mist green eyes, a celesian gleam,
reflecting the cosmos, a starlit dream.
Within her lies the essennce of divine grace,
passion, playfulness, on her celestial face.
with gaze serene, emotions concealed,

A hint of dissapointment, her heart may
yield.
A dance of shadows, her distant kin she
wears,
To blend in the world, undetected,
unawares.

Adept in combat, a masterful display,
Hand-to-Hand prowess, swords her own
ballet.
Through battles waged, she moves with 
might,
An expert of war, in darkness or in light.

But Tituba is more, a celesial thread,
A tepestry woven, where inspiration is 
spread.
In her veins courses the pulse of the skies,
A conduit of wisdom, where secrets arise.

Astrological whispers, stars whisper her
name,
Cosmic alignments, her destiny aflame.
The constelations map her path with care,
guiding her steps, through relams unaware.

Passion ignites within, a fire untamed,
Playful laughter, her spirit untamed.
Her presence an inspiratio, a celestial
rhyme,
A beacon of hope in this tumultous time.

Oh, Tituba, Angel Assasssin of might,
With secrets and skills, veiled from sight,
Your story unfolds with cosmic delight,
A warrior, a muse, shining through the
night.

In realms beyondd, where legends reside,
Tituba, a celestial force, inspiration within,
Her journey continues, a tale yet to begin.