November Queen,Who kindles the candle at dawn;Betwixt twined arms and golden mantleShe cradles fair babe with song. November Queen,Who tastes sweet kisses of May;Ornate, opal face strayed to dream with no traceAnd pleaded the lord to pray. November Queen,How wilt this come to pass?Creation wrought an eternal dropIn an ocean of molten glass. November Queen,KissContinue reading “November Queen”
The Saccharine Sycophant 