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Dark fields where
Jackalanthorns are lite
walking out alone 
in the ice cold air
beneath my feet 
are many sounds
sounds of eternal pains
screams with no end
the sound are coming from far 
caring on with the wind
on ancient soil 
is where I stand 
where innocent blood was spilled  
because they stood up for what is real
I could hear the voices of trembling 
beneath my feet
the whispering winds 
are crying out to me again
but what does this mean for me
fear came over me
coldness of death is all around me
I am in a place of enchanted domes
this is a death throne of 
darken dreams 
that has been placed upon me
strange as it all seems
within dims lights 
I hear more cries
casting spells into the night
I feel something or someone
standing next to me
but I'm afraid to look
it may have a hook 
I'm about to cry 
and that is when I open my eyes.

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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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