Queen of the Night
- A.M. Gonzalez

- Nov 12
- 2 min read
Updated: Nov 15

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT
Written: 2023 | Refurbished: 2025
Within the labyrinth I lie
Dear Luna's tepid glow
Is too unlit to navigate
The maze and find my Home
I've yelled and cried to no reply
The search has lost its hope
For ample time I've tried to find
Where she could've roamed
My legs are languid now tonight
I need to rest my soles
Atop the sand I squeeze between
Jagged chollas, boles
They serve as hugs in wintry times
Thorny throes - warming, though!
When she fled she thieved my fleece
And left me in the cold
Upon the welkin are my eyes
Where the crows circle slow
Telling the murder I'm deceased
I get no funeral
Mainlined inside my blood supply
Is where the ghosting flows
Infects my heart and arteries
My lids begin to close
A din within the murky night!
Then a susurrus - "Hello?"
Startled I wake and wait for beasts
Only silence follows
On the side of my sight's a light
A rounded gleam of gold
Warped to hazy orbs as I weep
Toward me, the light floats
I sniffle wanly. "Hi Firefly,
Can you lead me back home?"
The little lamp lands on my feet
Bright his golden light glows!
"I have lost her within the night
She's too quick when she bolts
But she calls for me as she flees
Oh, it puzzles me so!
Because you travel via sky
Do you know where she roamed?
Her hidey-hole you must've seen
High above the tangles."
Then the firefly flies up high
I stand with renewed hope
In the dark, the light's so shiny!
Though he's so swift I lope
The buzz is silent as he flies
There's no shot he made those
Strident sounds inside the weeds
Who'd stalk and not approach?
He picks up pace, I start to stride
Closer home, I hear her croaks
Within the night, the echoes ring
Voice unmistakable
Words discerned; my name, she cries
It seemed mere feet ago
I grin and wipe away my cheeks
"Firefly, almost home!"
Two corners turned, there she lies
I find my voice, my home!
I shout her name and she sees me;
My soul's no longer cold
There she is, dead of night, divine
Laying among the brome
In and out, the kind of beauty
No tome could ever hold
Instinct declares it's my demise
Of my own accord I chose
But without her I'm so lonely -
Afraid to brave the cold
She's indeed the Queen of the Night
When I get close I'm poked
But her open arms look cozy
So I say this time I won't
Some cacti have a hundred spines
Of that, I'm resentful
For to what extent must I bleed
For me to grow a backbone?
But I can't stand myself at night
And dread my days alone
Who am I without the Queen?
That, I wish not to know
So I approach, she hugs me tight
Glochids tear scars once sewn
But I ignore the blood seeping
And I sigh - at last I'm home!







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