Oh, how I ride the sea in many darken dreams,
the old roaring sounds of
the crying wind frightens me
while the anger waves move along
like an ancient sad song,
I have seen many things
that made me scream
when it comes to darken dreams,
in the shadows of the night
gives me so much fright
when it comes to my life,
behind my ears
I did hear the sound of autumn winds
crying at me again,
Chains of my pains
held me down in a darkened room
when I move you can hear
the sounds of my fears
when Dark Angel comes near,
Clank of my chains
sounds like howling bells of hell
in a storm of rain of my pains
while I cry day and night
for freedom to come,
Guinevere of my body
the throbbing of my knotted hands
that still move the pen
in my own bloodstain ink
for all to read about me in darken dreams.

Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery