COLD SEPTEMBER

The banks are bear
the cold is in this September air
streams of pain are being cast
from an old beaten down past
The castle of darken dreams
Dark Angel holds the key
OH, he is so mean ,
Green grass by the wooden path
fair flowers among wild weeds
there are great depression along
that painful path of traps
that will overtake your souls ,
Dark Angel loves to play with  black magic
he cast his spells of darken
on all who sleeps
he gives the very bad dreams
to make your heart pound faster
your mind will race
the only thing you can do is scream ,
Your tears will fall
and the old red sea will flood
the old scallop leaves will fall
among darken dreams
into every inch of your mind
will play over time
you hold on to your soul
and pray to never let it go,
darkness is all around
and that will be all you can see
until Dark Angel takes his stand
and open the door
with is long key
of darken dreams
he will give wonders and worries
throughout your days
to make you lose your way
to lose your faith in love,
your life will become so gray
holding so much pains
love will turn into  hate
this is the life Dark Angel gave
to the heart strings of pain
of rain to flood out your tears  
no soul will ever be spared
the expressions up on all faces you
can see they are in darken places
you will never see the light of faith
in their darken eyes Oh, pale , pale lips
do cry out Dark Angel shouts
Come to me Moonlight and see
what it is I have done, Dark Angel has me
pleading for him to let the others go
I am crying with the sea
because his rage is out of hand
I'm afraid and very weak to even think,
When I try to explain what I was feeling
it didn't matter to him anyways
Oh, pale lips come to me and kiss the pains
of me your King ,
Dark Angel walks over to me
I am hearing bad things I hear things
I must not speak I must stay strong and meek
but this darken place makes battle
that no one can win ,
I am in way to deep I'm losing this fight
for my own rights Dark Angel kissed me
as if he is taken the life out of me
I feel I could no longer breath
He is given me the pains
of rain of yesterday’s memories
that will never go away September
will always be remember .

Poetic Judy Emery © 1986
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery