The Lizzard Queen

This, my friend
is the story of The Lizzard Queen.
Before the clock strikes Five,
she is not oft seen.
But as the dusk grows thick,
she'll be free for her tricks,
so she'll race through the sticks,
just to get home on the quicks.
There she will fathom,
the fortunes that come,
with settling of evening,
she might have some rum.
Before long she will cast,
all her cares to the wind,
where they will be carried to caves,
bound up, and pinned.
Free from her troubles,
she'll sigh deep within.
With a flick of her tounge,
she'll bear a bright grin,
for night time is comming,
and so are her kin.
At last when Venus reigns supreme in the skys,
she'll sit with delight,
as the stars shine for her eyes.
Later when the winds,
carry with them her friends,
she will bath in the laughter of those whom she loves.
When the evening is finished,
the moon waned and done,
she will lye in her bed,
and wait for the sun.
Her soul will be carried,
far from our view,
while her body is watched over,
by her gaurdian, Q.