The Black Seed of torment
the haunter of dreams
Looking for lost souls
scatter its seed around the land
among the rich harvest of the good
The Black Seeds,
digs deep in their own decay.
Dark Angels' eyes
when he turns to look at me
are like two empty mirrors
I didn't find myself in them
only the dark of the weeping
He doesn't speak or gesture,
He never follows when
I run from the dark rooms
He provokes me in his silence
He seems to look at me without a care
he brings so much fear
He stares deep in the night
like he is lost in another time,
I had always been afraid of his kind
I have grown afraid of the dark
because Dark Angel left his mark
I know in my heart.
He will always be a big part of me
we are inseparable from each other
we are like the changing wind.
Lost in a shipwreck of time
he is always on my mind
Black Seed is he, eating away at me.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
