ANCIENT COLORED FLOOR
Cold grey walls;
color ancient floor
big wooden doors
spots of mold
all over the window pan,
with blood stain words
in dull faded purple,
words I didn’t understand
while my body growing weaker
while my spirit sinks deeper.
while true love washed away
just to leave me in all this pain,
The rain comes down in colored
pearl pit purple;
when the rain falls
it sounds like heavy thunder
on the sea rocks by the docks,
hollow memories;
started making its way back to me,
like I have been lost into darken dreams,
I see the eyes of the sea;
doomed as they could be
looking back at me,
I see blood dripping down the walls
pain crawling all over me
But I couldn’t scream;
Dark Angel shut my heart,
Then he hands me a looking glass
Of a deep darken past;
I started to unfold
while the pains cut me more
I started falling on the panted floor
near that old wooden door,
while Dark Angel, calls out my name,
Come, Moonlight take my hand
and I will be your King.

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

COOKING ***
I looked around me
everything was dark
as if my own eyes where completely shut,
that the would had come to an end,
my eyelids where very heavy
like I had a sleeping spell on me,
I was seeing things that were given me
very bad dreams;
the stars are all on dim
while they skip around the sky,
upon the sea, I seen the reflections of he
standing over me;
the colored moon beamed upon the land
upon everything my eyes could see;
I tried so hard to open my eyes
But I couldn’t it was as if I was dead,
I dreamed many dreams in my head
I see things of an ancient time,
I felt I have been bond to my bed;
As if I was quite insane of true madness,
In my mind, I seen different set of eye
Looking back at me from another time,
I see slaves dancing around me,
Crying out to a king that stands before me,
The sky was dark; the fair is hot;
I could see a big cooking ***,
Words of their time wasn’t of mine,
you could feel the evil all around;
While the anger browed in the ***,
Words of truth wasn’t in their mouths,
Lies and so much hate with not faith,
Witches are casting out their evil spells,
Giving a queen a life of a living hell,
Their face turned to me
as I started to scream,
I seen many things that come to me
like something of darken dreams,
they were very old holding no youth,
I forget your name they would say
In a cloud of smoke;
Frogs are being tossed in the old cooking ***,
a chicken tongue, black bird eyes,
bugs of the desert land,
the thunder in the ancient sky roared while
the storm moved on by;
I see holly ones being persecuted;
The words of accurate knowledge
Was told to never be promoted on the land
Where the old witches stand
on blood, stained sand, that was a command,
words of truth are forbidden;
enemies casting names of thee into the *** of hell
while some where rings a bell;
bodyguards taken the prison ones
out of the cage; those who has lost their way,
ravens are flying around to eat up on the dead
the ones who has lost their heads,
words of temptations of the flash
dancing around the cooking ***,
my body started feeling cold
I didn’t have no more control
While lies where being told,
My eyelids where heavy as they could be
While I was cast into a deep sleep.

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

LOVE HAS DEPARTED

Departing avenging spirits
In the dead of winter;
love has assumed to know all hearts,
But what stands before thee
Are the cowards of the lost?
all they bring is wickedness,
what has happened to true love?
Oh, tender hearts,
Why did you depart into the dark?
the gentle touch of lovers’ hand
Where the beauty of spring;
this old town has humiliated me,
But then the knight looks and sees
His love under the leafy shade,
Writing her heart away,
He looks with a stunning smile
upon his face that couldn’t be removed
if she is near; words of anger started to fade,
but then he looked around and she was gone,
His anger ragged like a villain;
He looked at the cowards
that has been making war,
what is it you have done?
That is when the cowards started to run,
Then one of the cowards
stopped and looked back,
Saying, Dark Angel is taken his queen home,
There was this big hesitating chill
that moved faintly in the knights’ heart,
a darken trill of the dead of winter
moved in his soul;
The knight heart became cold.
loneliness came from love;
while the cowards of the town
laugh so loud towards the knight
he pulled out his sword;
and told them if they come back
they would lose their heads,
Clear, loud he stood his ground
In the old town, he called home,
Wide is the rain that brings on pain,
that gives free choice to all who bleeds,
you can love or run from it;
or you can love and fight for what your
heart beats for and will die for it,
like a true ‘’ Shakespeare’’ theme;
that has been written in true passion of love
that gives feverish dreams;
Dark Angels, deathless powers,
The knight takes on his delight
that verse how he truly feels,
love is where his heart belongs,
But his queen her heart is no longer function
She has disclaimed her love for thee.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Dancing in the rain
washing away the pain,
darkness, is a place of true madness;
a place the sun never truly shines
sunset you will only crave to see,
and it only give shattered dreams,
I sit alone on those rainy night
crying my eyes out for true love
to open his ears to me;
but only weaknesses come to me,
I am no arthropod that web traps
because I am the one that has fallen in it,
city of lies is always nearby;
Dark Angels; eyes are always on me,
like a wolf looking for food;
He makes me feel so drowsy
when he kisses my lips
I began to float,
like I was light as a feather floating in
the autumn breeze;
with a sweet shyness about me
that takes over me,
when he plays around with my hair
It feels so nicely touched;
I loved that so much,
He would take me in his arms
and he would charm my heart,
rarely he ever makes me feel this away
then he calls me beloved;
this is where I know to wake up,
he cast a spell on me.

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

LOVE IS THE KEY

Let us dance in the cold wind.
Let us speak the words of knowledge,
Let true love be the key to everything
and death our resting place;
Let all roses of the garden splinter
through the life of the broken hearten,
let the sea rip away darken dreams
let the slave mourn for the free
let all kneel on the holy grounds
where the ancient slaves rest their heads,
love is the seed to all who bleeds
that love thee;
but to those that sold their souls
let the cry to the darken moon,
where roses once bloomed
but now rose dust to all who is curs
go to your hollowed sea,
envy and hate is a nasty disease
that will sink the ship of all in greed,
all you will ever receive is the pain
that seems to never go away,
your soul will bleed
your mind will go crazy
your heart heavy
your eyes will always tear
because your lost holding so much fear,
slaves of darkness will clutch their teeth
they will always bleed,
busted up lips that never been kissed
wounds that never heal
love will never be but a darken dream,
a place where you will crave the beauty of the sun
but they grey will be all you see,
But if you are ready for change,
True love is the key that will set you free.

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

IN MY SLEEP

In my sleep, I see children crying,
when I see their little white faces
my heart wanted to weep;
those children no longer play,
Someone had taken all there love away
taken their innocence;
when I was a child,
all I could remember was the pains
of those cold lost days;
where the sky was always grey,
I remember hearing someone say,
come back to me child
You’re walking the wrong way,
Now, only in my sleep,
I could only remember the faces I’ve seen
In those painful darken dreams,
Time is forgotten the old voice would say
While he leads me to stray;
I often think about the children
With those sad long faces,
What had come of them?
Who knows what this old darken life
had done to them;
last night in my sleep
I hear the children weep,
I see a broken doll-house
along the stair cases,
soon I met their eyes
while they were saying their goodbyes,
I often wonder what all of this means,
Are these children
locked away in darken dreams,
I wonder while they sleep
Do they see me?
For I was once a child as they
Who has lost the way.

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