The Queen of Night

“Every day brings some new stranger…”

The Queen of Night

Never say the night is over,
Never think the race is run.
Every day brings some new stranger:
This is a game that can’t be won.

Sometimes when walking by the sea
And not a cloud or sail in sight,
You think you’ve found serenity.
And then she comes, the Queen of Night!

She creeps up on you slyly and
Kills you slowly with her smiles,
And then at last you understand
This is a hospital for souls.

The corridors are lined with skulls,
And still she bares her breasts for you
And whispers, ‘Aren’t I beautiful?
Come, take me, sir!’
— And so you do.

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