The drunken moon that came too soon,
your reflection shines
deep into the night
while the lonely wind cries
and the old ship
sails throughout the storms.
You look so gloomy
Oh, drunken moon.
Look at what you shone
upon the sea as it bleeds
into darkening dreams.
In the tingles of the night,
Dark Angel wants to fight
just to give fright another time.
On the minds of the sleepers
Lies are being told,
the body is getting cold.
Oh, how words are being sold,
while Dark Angel stands bold.
The story is being told
as the old drunken moon
hangs on gloom,
casting its shine on painful times
that echoes in the minds.
The earth is in a thickness
of a fog of bitterness,
to keep the dreamers trapped.
I am lost in unearthliness
of a time of Ancient pride
that salted up the sea tears will fall
while the drunken moon hangs in doom.
- Judy Emery © 1983 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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