The Broken Souls

Can you still hear the cries? From the other side,
While the storm of pains move along,
Upon on an angry sea, comes darken dreams,
Voices of an ancient time comes back to my mind,

Tortured standing in rain, facing the blade,
Casting down in a world of shame that giving so much blame,
Lies that cut like a knife, broken are the souls of long ago
In a world that is so cold, now we all face what was
and what is going on today,

Oh, how the sea moves the ship along the shores,
While the storm cast its spell of all evil in the minds
That sleep and dream of he that haunts the weak,
In darken dreams.

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