It was dark and a speaker was saying a poem, and he would look all around and he said, "who has an ear incline my words." It was like a dream, yet it is in a dream, things are never what they seem but all you hear are the screams, that's when he raises his eyes my way asking me to take my stand while he reached for my hand.
I walked over to his side as he kept on looking me in the eyes, Then he went on saying: "Not all dreams are the same, but they do carry a lot of blame. So many doubt their faith as the darkness casting a narrative flow as it makes a show out of the fallen."
Immediately he asked me what is it I see? I gaze around the crowd, "I see the poets of ancient times. They would speak their favorite rhymes, where the imaginations have gone wild, as they spoke of the end of the days of this darkened world, where the eyes will see the supernatural events. Oh, why do the people act as they don't care?"
That is when the poet spoke in phrases, and in all kinds of languages, "Give an ear to the sayings of long ago, listen to the words that flow from my mouth!" Suddenly a loud voice rang through the room saying, "The people don't believe in your God Jehovah, and do not trust in His sayings!"
Soon I saw with the visions coming from another time, angels are falling from the heavens down to the earth making war to all the humans. I see the anger in their big abyss eyes, soon a shadow of the best stands next to me, Oh, Moonlight, my dear queen, where did you think you were going? This is my showing.
I have seen many slaves walking another way, crying, and begging for their pains to go away. Oh, the regret they are feeling, and the changes soon became a war in darkness, where religion held no meaning to the sight of their lives. Because they didn't listen to the words of long ago. This became the foundation of the area of the Christians, This is the place of
true darkness and all the light of truth has passed before all their eyes.
-Judy Emery © 1990
The 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.
