Let us dance in the cold wind.
Let us speak the words of knowledge,
Let true love be the key to everything
and death our resting place;
Let all roses of the garden splinter
through the life of the brokenhearted,
let the sea rip away darken dreams
let the slave mourn for the free
let all kneel on the holy grounds
where the ancient slaves rest their heads,
love is the seed to all who bleeds
that love thee;
but to those that sold their souls
let the cry to the darkened moon,
where roses once bloomed
but now rose dust to all who is curs
go to your hollowed sea,
envy and hate is a nasty disease
that will sink the ship of all in greed,
all you will ever receive is the pain
that seems to never go away,
your soul will bleed
your mind will go crazy
your heart heavy
your eyes will always tear
because your lost holding so much fear,
slaves of darkness will clutch their teeth
they will always bleed,
busted up lips that never been kissed
wounds that never heal
love will never be but a darken dream,
a place where you will crave the beauty of the sun
but they grey will be all you see,
But if you are ready for change,
True love is the key that will set you free.

- Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery