Rose dust upon the white snow
this is how my story goes;
the ravens fly deep into the night sky
while the old sad moon cast its gloom
the black cats are prowling around
eating upon the rats of the town,
As I was walking
I heard some talking
about how bad I am
holding a lamp around town
casting stone upon clowns
with witch bones in a bag of Jupiter dust,
the church around this small hateful town
made a fire higher than the empire
casting rose dust and lust into dark spells
of a life of a living hell
a little old man rang the bell
while Dark Angel cast his spell
that had made everyone I'll,
Now all that talk had left a mark
on everyone holding jealousy in their hearts for me
their eyes burn deep into the night
they blasphemed about everything
I stand around them all holding a lamp of fire
all my wrath of the past is coming back on you
that cast the stone of abuse in hallowed places
will be your faces in different places,
Oh, how the little town of the past laughed
but I never looked back
while the fools cast their stones
I walked away in the beauty of the night
holding what is of the light
of what is right in my own life.
-Judy Emery © 1980The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
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MY POETIC DIARY
PoetryThis book is for the ones who had a big imagination, where you can imagine what it is you read, the good and the bad, well the poem that I have put in this book has a lot of mixed poems of long ago and the now.
