Dark Angel, Looking into the sea
thinking about what life could be
without darken dreams
the reflection of the moon
looks red like the dead mans blood
souls are in sleep
while the cold world weeps
the blade of the night
holds on to fright
as the bodies floats out on sea
there are some qualities for the dead
they no longer have pain
no more rain
they finely can sleep
without darken dreams
silence is on the sea shore
where loneliness dwells
where memories tears the eyes
as the when sings its lullabies
Dark Angel ,stands alone  
upon his darken throne .

Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)