Queen of Dark She Is
Queen of Dark She is !
Peeping through the Window
I glean upon the Stupendous glory night
He or She I don’t know
Who it could be
To think it would be a
Stumper Question
Yet I like to call her ‘She’
Queen of dark she is !
She is my friend
She knows me well
To her only I share my secret
She is Inquisitive
Even though I talk Piffle
She won’t say I am flippant
When the peep of the day
Wakes me up
I find that she went back home.
After the ages long wait
for the Evening to pass
Here comes my companion
Dashing through those twilight
Stupendous she is
Inquisitive she is
Stupor I am
sleep in her lap
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