MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE

THE BITING WIND

"It's so unfair," Brutus would say, whispering to Hallie,
"Look at her! She is falling apart." The biting wind blowing
tendrils of Hallie's long blond hair across her face while
Brutus was speaking of Moonlight's pains.
Dark Angel is always on the edge of her mind
most of the time like a darken spell of hateful worn-out rhyme
that keeps playing over, and over like an old sad song
that kept caring on...
Brutus so badly wants to reach out and take hold of Moonlights
arms just to give her some moral support,
but he knows she will only push him away,
when she is like this, she is feeling all those emotional pains,
that keeps running in her veins.
Oh, how everyone could see the hurt that is running through her
as she has fallen to the wet ground of the cemetery.
The words of true agony poured out in her cry,
"Brutus," Hallie would say in a whisper, "What can we do to help?"
Brutus looked her way saying,
"Just listen to her when needed, nothing more."
The rain just poured down so heavy, like angels were crying with her. Brutus and Hallie had so much anger within them, just knowing Dark Angel had something to do with this.
It was three days ago, on November 21, 1803, John Meyer,
Had been alive. Along with Paul. Manly, the love of her life.
They could still hear Moonlight cry, saying the words so loudly
on a winters night, "When it comes to you I can not fight what
I'm feeling deep within, hold a pillow hoping it all would come to an end."

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