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