Unrelenting howling is among many
where the old ship sails alone,
why the wind cranked into a tune of
the sound of wounds,
Into the silence of the night,
dreamers do listen to the dreadful sounds
of cries of faraway towns,
while the roaring sea making its own screams,
The slaves came to plunder, while it thunders,
While the old ship sails deep into the night
That bleeds out on darken seas,
With a crying eye, will see, no one is left to fight
In darken dreams,
tears do fall as they look at the dreadful sight
that cuts deep into the night, where water witches
cast their spells, to all who sees in darken dreams,
were creatures and haunters playing games
into dark fantasy.

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