ETERNAL PAINS
Dark fields where
Jackalanthorns are lite
walking out alone
in the ice cold air
beneath my feet
are many sounds
sounds of eternal pains
screams with no end
the sound are coming from far
caring on with the wind
on ancient soil
is where I stand
where innocent blood was spilled  
because they stood up for what is real
I could hear the voices of trembling
beneath my feet
the whispering winds
are crying out to me again
but what does this mean for me
fear came over me
coldness of death is all around me
I am in a place of enchanted domes
this is a death throne of
darken dreams
that has been placed upon me
strange as it all seems
within dims lights
I hear more cries
casting spells into the night
I feel something or someone
standing next to me
but I'm afraid to look
it may have a hook
I'm about to cry
and that is when I open my eyes.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery