Midnight Queen

By Vani Bansal

And up she goes the midnight queen

Walking past the kings and queens

The sleeping knights-the sleeping sheep

In the mist she glows her gigantic trail

Sweeping away the miseries

Reading through the midnight tales

She travels every night she comes

Assures the moon the stars above

Dreams are spun in the spinning mill

Lamps are lit hours are burned

Till the rays are seen

And up she goes the midnight queen

Nodding the soldiers who comes alive

Mourning the ones who fought-lost-yet won their last fight

Aiding the robins make up their beds

watching the kingdom sleep-patting the owls

She walks away in the misty clouds

By Vani Bansal