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 wrote 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 comes 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 a 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 them because they care about me.