Lost, hurt so cut up
Puzzled the way my life has been
I had been gazing out my bedroom
Window thinking about the hurt
Of what Dark Angel gave.
I looked and what did I see and ''Ravens'',
Looking back at me,
His eyes so little like a spark shining in
That cold darken the sky,
His beaded yellow eyes had been looking me
Up and down,
I pondered over and over in my mind,
What did the ''Raven'' see when it was looking
back at me,
Did it see all the pains that were in my eyes?
The cuts of the night that had been cut in
Deep wounds of Dark Angel's knife,
From my bleeding heart that is all over my
Bedroom floor.
Did the ''Ravens'' see the same story of he
When he was looking at me.
-Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
