The dark unfathomed tide That has fathomed my life; Of an interminable pried That blacken up my heart That turned it into ice, My life is only a mystery Of many darken dreams; I can still hear the ravens cry Day and night Always by my side deep into the night where life is full of fright; it is a part of my early journey where lies are always being told while the creepy stories are on the making of true hearts breaking, where old dreams never made a home of darkness; where poets written down what they loved; where plays are making drama that made visions come alive; with wild crazy thoughts moved the mind and hearts to a place of the unknown, where words are written to a place of forbidden, Where a place my own mind made a written scene; for others to play out in their own minds, places in the mind is a journey of some kind, where true imaginations are made, where the spirit of me hasn’t seen yet; but I hold no regrets; but at times I hold worthiness of my heart, on dreamy eyes; I do write what comes to my mind, What my heart bleeds For a world of mystery To open their minds and read all about me In darken dreams; Poetic Judy Emery The Queen of all darken dreams, I let my inter visions of my spirit Write out my misty scenes for all to capture what it is I see or bleed, My thought come with many plots; to control the unknown; where sleeping spell and rose dust are being cast into a darken past; yet; hunting down the brighter hopes in life to come alive in my life; There will always be the two dodo brides In my stories; You will hear many kinds of things That will come into darken dreams; Words of a thief to make the heart weep, Where witches casting spell Where only true love could take the spell off, Where knights ride along the lines Where queens are made in dreams, In the sight of ancient time; I care not about the evil enemies Because they are a part of the story; But my work of darken dreams I do cherish because they are about me.