Oh, night who else must be let bleed
The sun has shine no more and the moon in on dim
If I myself stay in this pain I will bleed out
with the night as they old poets do cry out your pains of the days
I do beseech ye, love of long ago that caught hold of my soul
I hear your cries every night and every hour
No instruments were sound but the rain showers
Oh, winters night why do you give such a fright?
Oh, the vulnerability of Love why do you bleed?
Who has cut you so deep to make your heart sink
Oh, dear poet, you noble ones make your swords rich.
-Judy Emery © 1988 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasyDURING MY LIFE During my life, I had to learn to meet my adversity gracefully, in my active life, I have amused myself in writing poems, I scribbled words down, and see where it would lead me it didn't matter what kind of place I was at, or emotions...
