What makes me scream
is darken dreams
cold winds hollowing in the night
that gives me a chilled fright
in the dark forest
as many different eyes
that keeps sight
the naked skies of summer are gone
winter is taken on a run
the dead sleeps in silence
but the living is being hunted
by he who gives darken dreams.

Judy Emery © 2013
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery