The weather is strong, and Dark Angel is making haste,-
while the ancient wind moves the waves,
the birds no longer fly nearby;
the angry sighing wind,-
pushes along the sail;
this will be the story to tell
as this storm gives its hell-
the faraway town rings their bells;
warning a bad storm is making way,-
upon the land where we will stay.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
