Dark Angel walks around the silent cemetery,
The hour made its way through '' Paris ''
The moon shining bright with lost souls in mind,
To rid the world of penitence:
Dark Angel looks around the grounds to feed on his
Fits of hunger. My soul such for hope, but violence is
All I get. Because Dark Angel likes things that way,
Abides for me desecrate:
Dark Angel, ever on the wing,
Who never reaches me too late!
His breath is on my skin, why his hands on my hip,
When the music of the silence of a cold deep night gets
Dark Angel thinking what he wants to do with me
For the night's delight without tortured but desire.
My beauty burns deep down evil ecstasy.
Paris dreams are his to sweep me off my feet,
He gathers a place of fear to put me near,
Dark Angel looks deep within my souls as he kissed
On my lip asking me if I was afraid.
I was losing my way to him,
I told Dark Angel to ''stop '' I'm not ready to take the
Next steps with him then he just started laughing at me,
The sounds of my voice wrapped him in anger his body
Had gone in flames of his anger,
He cried out in his anger telling me I may do foolish things
Occasionally, but I am never a fool then he grabbed my hands
And he taunts me in a dance,
Within the breath of autumn woods,
Within the winter silences, he takes me
to the ground and take over me.
The ardor of red flame is thin
And then the steely soul of ice:
The Poisson in his eyes told his story within,
The design of his nature gave me the heat of his anger,
Bitterness banquet of a foul delight,
He left me in the Woods
near the cemetery of the art of his gloom.
-Judy Emery © 1980 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.
