Vespertine queen

• Deva Wells, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2004

Ah, the unsettling nonchalance of night,
The dark sky places a veil o’er the land,
Whose deceptive calm our senses invite,
Eyes gaze up at the lune who shall command.
Letting silent sounds violate our sleep,
She bears proudly her hypnotizing glow,
False navigation leads you to a steep,
Beware of her face, strung taut like a bow.
As the sun sees beauty, she sees inside,
Her radiance piercing, scanning for pain,
She wants to know the secrets that you hide,
But I sleep still, and let her search in vain.
The dawn and midnight duel shall begin soon,
Rise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.