Every tongue
hold deadly lies
that hunt the innocent ones
to the spirit of truth
the lies of the night
roots of darkness
the words that
runs into the minds
most of the time
day and night
death fires
old desires
dancing around
into darken dreams
that plagued the sea
weary times
glazed into the eyes
of the wicked ones.

Judy Emery © 1982
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery