Night Queen

     Night Queen ;      How bland her features do appear, As if no force nor passion stir Behind or underneath her stare; And yet, her powers are immense!.      She pulls great seas around the world, Causing huge tidal-waves to roar With tumult strength on every shore Where onto rugged rocks […]

     Night Queen

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     How bland her features do appear,

As if no force nor passion stir

Behind or underneath her stare;

And yet, her powers are immense!.

     She pulls great seas around the world,

Causing huge tidal-waves to roar

With tumult strength on every shore

Where onto rugged rocks they’re hurled.

     She plays with clouds in idle sport

And scatters stars as though she’s caught

In boredom’s vague, abstracted thought.

     Weird werewolf and vile vampire-bat,

Sinister owl and feral cat —

All creatures of the night — she rules.

     She turns wise folk to wild-eyed fools,

Dragging the minds of lunatics

Through numberless unkindly fits.

     Lovers feel full of strange delight —

Ex-lovers cold regret or spite —

When touched by her deceptive light.

     She hypnotises poets’ minds;

Rare dreams inspires where she finds

Suggestibility of sense

Or curious experience.

     Indifferent to human plight,

     She is the moon, the Queen of Night.

Author: J. A. Bosworth

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