Night is queen, queen.
Queen of heaven,
O night, queen are you.
Light is the exception,
For you had no inception;
It was always, always you.
Candle burning like no other,
Lucifer, Luna or Sun,
you could smother all,
but pinned all on you.
The White Gloves
You can find the book at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/524218 The story is taking place in a magic forest. Little Red Ridi...
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