Old age cast some rage along the way in time, playing games on the blind of what is right in God's eyes, age should burn like a flame of light standing strong in the truth of the days yet rage becomes the darkness that plays against the beauty of life. Dark Angel takes a walk down the deep woods of the old wise men trail thinking about given som hell.

-Judy Emery © 2011
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery