I have slumbered very deep
where all that darkness surround me
where I have seen the fallen
that stands around with darkening wings
in the underworld I ink.
All hope is gone, when it comes to sleep
no longer;
will sleeping be something at peace,
because of sleep hold strife
in a place that isn't very nice.
I see how they stand around
holding in their hands' sharp narrow blades,
this is a place that makes so many lose sight
of what is right, in the moment of the fright
all those creepy sounds
that moves around
pushing old memories in the seen
of something of a darken dream
where all I hear are the agonizing screams
of the wrongs and right
Oh, those painful darken tales
can lead one in a nightmare of HELL.
- Judy Emery © 1990 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.