Lost, hurt so cut up puzzled the way my life has been I had been gazing out my bedroom window thinking about the hurt of what Dark Angel gave. I looked and what did I see and raven looking back at me, his eyes so little like a spark shining in that cold darken the sky his beaded yellow eyes had been looking me up and down. I pondered over and over in my mind what did the raven see when it was looking back at me. Did it see all the pains that were in my eyes? the cuts of the night that had been cut in deep wounds of Dark Angel's knife, from my bleeding heart that is all over my bedroom floor,- Did the raven see the same story as me? when he was looking at me.
- Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
