The Night Queen


A dark veil of lace
Covers her face
Searching for prey
In the pale moon of May
Skins of steel
High-pitched squeals
Icy eyes
Emerald cries
Sweeping black cloaks
Through shuddering oaks
Snatching
Scratching
Smashing
Plucking at stars
Leaving cold, burning scars
Felt but not seen
She is the night queen

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