Happy Birthday dear sister. Here is a poem that is a little cute and a little creepy, just like you.

Check by James Stephens

The Night was creeping on the ground!
She crept, and did not make a sound

Until she reached the tree: And then
She covered it, and stole again

Along the grass beside the wall!
-I heard the rustling of her shawl

As she threw blackness everywhere
Along the sky, the ground, the air,

and in the room where I was hid!
But, no matter what she did

To everything that was without
She could not put my candle out!

So I stared at the Night! and she
stared back, solemnly at me!


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