I see many visions of what love could have been;
Oh, how it makes me feel so alive and free,
when I found my self away from him,
the one who haunts me in my dreams
until I see Dark Angel standing before me,
That's when the screaming began,-
where I stand my heart started to bleed again
and the blood has fallen at my feet.
-Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
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MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE
FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.