MEMORIES

THE BURNING ROSE

I see an old man walking in an awkward way

he is hobbling around in so much pain

then I started hearing someone screaming

while the wind whispers in my ear

the danger is near brought on more fear.

I started to think about what is happening

is this a dream I lifted my head up from uneasy

when I heard a strong voice calling out for me

I wanted to hide but all eyes were on me.

I put my feet on the cold wet floor

that's when I started heading for the door

that is when something knocked me down

without a sound, my heart aches and I feel so drowsy

where numbness of pains.

I look around and see I'm outside on the pavement

where the rain is heavily pouring down

the darkness is all around

I hear no noise

so I started heading for the hills.

That is when I saw a rose burning in the field

upon the hill seeing an evil-looking man

casting spells he is leaving me no choice

but to face the unknown

I could hear the wind cry while it is still raining.

The rose was turning and burning

the man was speaking lies of hate

then he turns to look my way

I could see my pictures in his hand

then he put them on the burning rose

and they turned to dust.

His eyes looked like fire

I didn't know what else to do

I was unannounced but that isn't new

when the man started calling out my name

he brought me down in pain

I thought I was going insane.

I ask him to please stop this madness

but it was too late he is an evil scoundrel

pushing me to the edge of the hill

I could hear in his voice his flagrant and haughtiness.

He tossed animal blood in my hair

his cold hands touched me all over

My body was like the dead

he is bloodthirsty for my soul

he wanted me to lose control.

His magic casement I started to see

the opening of the angry sea

like my eyes were deceiving me

how could this be unless I'm in a darken dream

that's when I started to scream.

When he started pouring his poisonous wine

then you lifted up my head

and started kissing my forehead that's when I saw

the queen moon turn rosy red like the color of ruby wine

then he started giving me the drink

while my spirit started to sink

into the eye of the angry sea.

-Judy Emery Copyright © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery