She never gives a heads-up
Before she strikes anyone...
Always swooping in
Whenever she wishes
Without permission:
At night;
Like a shadow in the dark,
Lurking about ready to pounce
You can not run from her
Nor can you hide
Your sole option is to accept
Your fate.
A Queen:
She is of royal blood,
With a snap of her fingers,
You are gone so swiftly
She steals her prey:
Innocent or guilty
From the loving arms
Of their beloved,
With no chance to say goodbye
Once you are caught by her,
Into the the shadows...
You go...
FOREVER!
