The voice cannot carry out what it is that I feel
I see the beauty of the white wings that fly over me
While I sleep for peace kissing away at dreams
The tongue and the lips that give it wings
to my soul that sings
No one woman should ever have to die in her doom
or should she die in vain of shamefulness
But to die for her glorious in love
For even as love crowns the beauty within
A life that we live in sin
The light of true love makes its way in
So shall it crucify the night by the white wings
Descend to your roots that make the heart sing
And shake them that clinging to the earth for death
White wings we shall be together in spring
When the white wings of death will sing.

- Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery