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!