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
Plucking at stars
Leaving cold, burning scars
Felt but not seen
She is the night queen

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