Dark Angel ,loves to drink on his whisky
he gets ***** and very needy
he looks down into the sea
he didn't like what he seen
His anger started rising deep within him
he knows he is a ugly beast ,
He ask him self
how could Moonlight
ever love someone like me
So he cast another spell
that would give her more hell ,
she will have many dreams of he
She will only be able to call him
Dark Angel ,that is a command
Moonlight tries so hard
to never give in to his hunger,
but the more angry he gets
the thunder hits harder
the rain pours down in showers
gravity of the night pulls down
the crying moon in late June ,
Silence cracks
into Moonlights mind
she knows this cold voice
from long ago
Moonlight ! come to me
let me be you king .

Poetic Judy Lilly Emery (c)