This is just a random poem i made up. I don't even think it was originally meant to be about Andariel, but it is. It's sort of what happens after she disappears into that column of fire.
Death shrouds her like a poison as she walks the hazel step
The sadness in her eye is kept with many a long drawn breath
The cloak around her billows in a breeze that none can see
The chains around her ankles have remained through eternity
A glance up, a glance down, the red fire she holds for hair weeps
Each cut her body has obtained strikes deeper after deep
Her eyes are torn and breaking and the lenses no longer feared
The hole in her chest still weeps from where she was last speared
Four pincers have been sawed off from her old now-aching back
Talons on clawed hand and foot dig a never-ending track
The poisons she held, once used to aid in many a hero's defeat
Now they haunt her, daily, nightly, this is her only fate to meet
With thick cloaks worn, she trudges, her pinchers held at side
On the lonely path of timely death, Andariel resides