Alpha and omega...

In the depths of the night, beneath the starry sky, Stands a woman made of symbols, her beauty defies, With long hair floating in the breeze, she kneels on the ground, An enigma of intelligence, math all around.

Greek letters adorn her form, in patterns so fine, Algebra, numbers, codes, in a complex design, Logical and arithmetic operations at play, Integrals and derivatives, guiding her way.

Mathematics is her language, her one true love, A tribute to her brilliance, shining from above, For she is the embodiment of all things precise, A masterpiece of numbers, in the still of night's embrace.