The banks are wet
The air is cold
streams of memories
are everywhere I look,
where Dark Angel is a prison in my mind,
I remember that cold September night
that given me so much fright
when Dark Angel has taken me down that night,
His touch
His words I will always remember,
I still see from far away into a darken dream
the castle of Dark Angel
upon the tallest mountain,
I had ever seen,
everything was evergreen
woods of deep smelling pine
fair flowers all around the valley grounds,
but I also felt the great depression
that will overtake anyone’s souls,
I remember a time where the
Black Magic woman casting her evil spells
on all, she could see, in clouding me,
spell of darken dreams
that cuts deep into your soul
she hangs on to your heart
and never wants to let it go
that is a part of her evil control,
while her puppets wherein mask
while they dance around
on broken glass;
Oh, how they would scream
Begging the Magic women to stop their pains,
Oh, how it made me scream
To see all these things in darken dreams,
The old dead sea was anger as it could be,
Storms are brewing;
Rain of tears are falling;
Frogs are hopping
Trees are swaying into the night,
Oh, how I held on for the ride
I hold on to my soul
but still, a part of me let go,
things are getting so out of control
Dark Angel, I cried
Why are you doing this to my life?
But he didn’t want to give me a sight
Into his darken eyes of his lies,
I know I will never find an honest soul
darkness is all they know
Dark Angel will give wonders of worries
throughout the days
for the rest life of hate
this is the life Dark Angel gave,
to the heart of pain
the flood of tears is everywhere
no souls are spared
the expressions on the evil slaves face
they have much hate in their eyes,
Oh, the ships that are out on the sea
started to sink like a disease
that is killing all that is in the way
of the angry storm,
I will never see the light of day
in them darken eyes,
I started crying with the storm
Dark Angels, rage is all over the place,
I'm afraid and very weak and too afraid to think,
I try to explain what I was feeling
it didn't matter to them anyways,
Oh, pale lips come to me
Your lips are rosy as they could ever be
give me a kiss
and I will let you taste death,
Dark Angel walks over to me
I am hearing bad things
I hear things I must not speak
I must stay strong and meek
but Dark Angel has a battle of his own to keep?
I am in way too deep
I'm losing this fight for my own rights
Dark Angel kissed me
I feel I could no longer breath
he is taken the life out of me
He has given me the pain of rain
that will never go away
September will always be remembered.

Judy Emery © 1988
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery