The spell isn't yet broken, the charm is flowing!
the seas are roaring, people are moaning;
Dark Angel is still casting more spells
giving so many a life of hell.
In the month of dark September, a nightmare to remember;
I the poetess looking at the seas, while my heart truly bleeds.
This poetess that I am holds no reputation of any kind of true talent
but my tears that wept into ink, is what truly speaks.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
