His Words Of Lies
Dark Angel, he has nothing I want
nothing about Dark Angel
holds anything good,
No truth in his bones
his words are all Lies
he doesn't play nice,
Oh, how he makes me sick
he tries to talk with poetic rhymes
but nothing came outright
his words bled out like red ink
while the old ship started to sink
His words of old romantic
came from the dead.

Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery