Vulnerable are we frighten by the wrinkled old dark skies haunted by dreams and lies. We are such dreamers that are made from within of casting spells of struggles of the night that gives us a fright for our lives, we do take forgathered each and every day until someone takes it away.

We are like beetle bugs trying to make way from a bad day hoping to escape but where is the faith? it got blared as time fads away in your mind of another time. we are dreamers, we are in a spell as we sleep. As we dream that is where we are made to bleed on, and life moves on around us, who is there to awake us from this painful nightmare that won't seem to go away? Dark Angel holds the key while we sleep and dream.

- Judy Emery © 1983
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery