Queen of Night

Stealthy and silent as a stalking beast
Night comes on swooping falcon wings -
About the pale queen's sable cloak
A faint perfume of jessamine flowers clings.
Her black velvet gown is diamond-set,
Her girdle with star-dust sewn;
Her footsteps leave no earthy mark,
Her trail is with priceless gems strewn.
Her bracelets are made of ebony roses,
Adamantine fires play in her dark eyes;
Her silver-braided raven locks,
In their streaming masses darken the skies.
Round her ivory neck, a silver asp
Its gleaming coils has beguilingly thrown.
At her behest, this deadly serpent,
Many a soul the path to hell has shown.
Behind her march armoured guards,
Brandishing daggers and burnished shields -
Black eyes flashing with infernal fires,
Pale, black-hearted, blood-sucking fiends.
By her side walks a gigantic beast,
Its huge paws ripping the ground;
Enslaved by Diana's dreary thrall,
Human-souled bloodthirsty hound.
Plague and Death, like humble slaves
To her dreadful throne their service devote,
Among Hell's most fearsome creatures,
Queen Devilna holds her nightly court.