MEMORIES

THE CROWN PLACED ON MY HEAD

Crown placed upon on my head

was torture for me to wear;

I am feeling very vulnerable

as the thorns and wildflowers

pushed down on my head.

Soon I have seen slaves tossing in the air

black rose dust all over the land

where it is they stand and dance,

a fire is blazing,

and everything is becoming a little hazy.

Words are being cast

things I had heard from the past,

I tried so hard to fight back...

I couldn't move and I was feeling confused

I looked and felt my eyes are deceiving me.

I started seeing Dark Angel and the black magic women

walk down the path of their own toxicity,

while the slaves are dancing bring down the rain

of their own pains

their eyes started rolling back into their heads

they looked like the living dead.

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