The peasants of that land dancing around crying out saying: "Come, come to us with your evil eyes of darkening dreams they do scream to me in wonder to lay my solitude and raised above
all pains and lies that hold in their eyes, let my voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach."
The fog is too deep to see what is standing in front of me, but the sounds of drums keep playing on in the rain of dreams through me is my forbidden voice a voice Dark Angel loves so we'll that makes
he yells for more *** and lies that cross over the mind in deep lust of the night.
That is when Dark Angel gave out his hand to me to be his Queen in the cold winter of my sighing night on September mourning.

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