Dreams of darkness roll around in my mind where I hear the screams most of the time. I see blackbirds in the fields looking kinda ill, I hear a voice crying out over the land saying: "Comes the little blackbirds and tell me all your lies," the bird of death sitting in its nest always taking in another breath.

The little blackbirds just look around as they stand hidden in a crowd, shadows that are dark and powerful, Oh, little blackbirds what are you going to do when he comes to get you?  You already know you will soon be found and bound as your body feels so cold, yet you still try to stand so bold while he locks you back up in your own cage, Oh, don't you feel the rage? when he drinks up all the water you crave.

You will have a mirror of your ugliness, you must pay for all you have done that kept loved ones always on the run, life is a beautiful gift, and love is as beautiful as one could ever receive so why did you try to take it from them? Oh, Little blackbirds look what you have done! You whispered lies to keep other birds just to get them to flock with you.

Your secrets are deadly full of poison and fear, but soon that too will despair from this old atmosphere, little blackbirds, you will soon be caught you will never be free from this cage of darken dreams.

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