The Midnight Cries

Oh, how the false face must hind,
How it mocks my life;
I hear the sound in the night
like caries of an ancient time,
I could see the mighty light shine on in,
While others are on hands and knees
begging please not me,
that old September wind
made its way back again,
in the silence of the night
I can hear the cries,
they get closer and closer with time,
it is messing with my mind,
Oh, why do they cry?
I could almost hear trumpets
from far away;
what does this mean? when it comes
to me in darken dreams,
It sounds like a mighty earthquake
Where lives are about to end;
on blood stained sand
someone is about to take a stand,
while deadly flowers are in a cup
when a voice would say
come and drink.
It will end quickly you will see
changes will be made for you and me,
at the end of the mighty cry
when it hits midnight,
so, look around me dear queen,
tell me what it is you see,
I had no words to say to he
The one who haunts me
In darken dreams;
Then he would say to me again,
Moonlight tell me what you see,
So, I opened my mouth with would
Like thunder and said;
I see prophecies are being fulfilled,
tears are flowing out on the seas,
songs are being song,
And yet; death is being done,
Slaves do appear to hear the words
I must say; flowers are falling from the sky
while another has died;
Horror and pain come the mighty rain;
In deep emotions, they do fall;
I hear words of sorrow
knocking at the doors of the poor,
while a noble slave, tries to shine faith their way.

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