Looking to the west where true love has given me the best place I could rest my head.
Where the pine cones fall from the tree In late spring, what beauty it all seems. The images that are full in pale-colored leaves that are next to small streams, It almost feels like a dream to me, on green grass where love came to be in summers breezes by the wild sea of rushing dreams.
Where true love always finds me In my own fountain of youth it was all like a fairy tell soon it all seemed to weather away from the sweet beauty of the fields the sweet fruits and flowers dried up and the darkness started coming my way not another darken dream! All brightness left my sight, how the thing isn't feeling right losing hope did soon arise in me. Fear started taking over my soul things that happen long ago even before I was even born I started feeling I was an outcast in a place of true darkness from the overcast, The beauty of love left me a voice from far is coming to my ears as if it was standing near, I started hearing slaves crying as if my future was a part of this.
Oh, Please not for me, I was not a part of this, I wasn't even born to a life of this kind of past that I see is something ancient dark that cuts deep at the heart evil spirits hovering over me with lies Aw, how seeing all of this has cut me so deep where all I want to do is sight. It is like they have no emotions they hold no love in their hearts I see slaves of true pains agony is everywhere I look like all my days of youth has left me like someone or something cast me into a trance. the evil eye glance where is this place I ask? the king that is standing over me where footsteps of history are all around me, Is this something of ethereal pains Of ancient days? Is this a dance of the forbidden? Is this eternal death In a stream of dreams that make me scream What does all this mean?
-Judy Emery © 1985 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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DARK ANGEL AND MOONLIGHT
FantasyThis is a fiction poem book mixed with the old and the new,.
