Queen of Nights

Tempestuous and beckoning/ As certain as the Reckoning/ With steel cutlass eyes/ And forever and a day thighs/ In a peignoir or a gown/ She made me her hapless clown/ I cared not how much she put me down/ For such a haughty highness deserves to wear her crown/ I was gladly the fool of days/ I only sought her presence/ Knowing I could never win her praise