They Call Me Queen
We will call you ‘’Queen’’ of darken dreams,
The eyes that watch everything,
While Dark Angel has persuaded the slaves
To do all wicked things, you oh, queen hasn’t
done nothing to hurt anyone,
you are trapped into this darkness for a witness,
Clouds do nestle around the castle of darken dreams,
oh, down I go where no one knows, only the lost souls,
this is how the old story goes,
Dark Angel is always near, bringing on the fear,
while he calls me his sweet loving queen,
I still can see all his guilt and lies
deep within his eyes,
He plays his head games to keeps me broken,
I am like his little token, I am always hoping for peace,
my door did linger, while my heart grown weaker
in sorrows and pain, in darken dreams,
it always rains for me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1988