DARK ANGEL AND MOONLIGHT

THIS OLD STORY WILL BE WROTE

I could feel those cold chains wrapping around my body

they are getting tighter and tighter

So I take in a long breath

maybe in time, I will get some rest

while he drinks in some more of my pain

while I am left changed in the rain

oh, how my spirit sinks

my body is throbbing and my stomach knotted

as Dark Angel touched me like the cold winters storm,

when he started looking at me

I asked him; Why do you like to see me bleed?

Why do you sway over me like I am your drug

No, I don't want a hug,-

you are my nightmare that has been written

on stroll beyond ancient bounds

chain me up and lets me go

but this old story will be wrote

into this cold darken dream you and me.

- Judy Emery © 1992 The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery