WEAKNESS OF A STORM
The weakness of a cold stormy night,
Made many darken dreams;
How vain this darken life seems,
The moon is dull as it could ever be
To such ones who dreams,
Oh, listen to the screams,
Why did that one talk to the evil King?
What does all of this mean for me?
I walked and ponder over everything,
Through the storms of pain,
The slaves shouldn’t have gathered the stones,
But they are very weak in darken dreams,
The rose dust is in the air
Bring on the dark fear,
This evil world is dull in vain,
Lies are always being told
Hearts are being broken
Tossed at sea like a token,
Oh, weary minds on a sunless day,
It’s a pity for the slaves to devote all their time
doing all this bad crime,
Where religion is truly forbidden
Some found a way to keep their faith,
In the weakness of a cold stormy night
many has lost true sight
to what is right in Gods eyes.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery