I started falling
why he did the calling
as I landed on that painted floor
near that old wooden door,
while Dark Angel,
calls out my name
casting more blame
making me feel so ashamed,
Come, Moonlight
take my hand
this is my command
I will be your King
and you will be my queen.

Judy Emery © 1981
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery