"Tell me what is on your mind Moonlight, can you see the light? what is it you see, you must tell me. Do the images make your heart weep? Do you feel the cuts that are making your heart bleed? He would say, in a hateful way-that comes to me in the age of time where words are more like a plague that held no rhyme-that held a balance of what is dark and what is unkind, that leaves so so many marked that burns deep into their hearts, but none are like you."
In those ancient days, I had watched so many old ships sail upon the desolated seas of darken dreams. I could feel the things that others couldn't and I could see the darkness of time that played hateful games upon so may minds. I could hear the cries like an angry storm bursting in the sky like thunder shouting names, and the ancient winds are always crying with deep sighing like angels are speaking to me through storms.
Oh, how they cry to me over and over again, my poor conscientious minds -nows the time we are in. I see the things that most people could never see, and I hear things that cut me deep within, I try to cast off the sins, the ancient pains that come to me like a hungry disease that eats upon the flash. All that happens to me has happened long ago, this pain would make anyone want to scream. yet, things are never what they seem when it comes to darken dreams.
-Judy Emery © 1980 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,.
