Dark Angel walks about in a darken crowed,
Saying in a very loud voice;
‘’Listen to me,’’ I am your ancient history
that brings on darken dreams,
study me and you will find 
I’m not all that kind.
all eyes were on him while he speaks,
eyes of demons flamed the night
while Dark Angel made a fight
he placed his hands out 
just to see who would be so mean 
to stand up to him;
then he would say; do you want to taste 
my pain while I bring on more rain
while your body aches,
come who will take that stand?
that’s when everything had gone silent 
not one word was spoken;
then the river started to hue
while the wind blow
the motionless night became a big fright
all that was in sight;
every breath of life
was taken that night,
the eyes turn red 
while they were laying on the wet ground
they all looked dead with no sound,
they started to go in deep convulsions,
many hours past so very fast
the old ancient river filled up with tears 
bring on more fears;
the night is cold where the moon hung low
the desert looked pale  
and the wet sand is cold
where the slaves blood did flow
where their spirit has gone 
no one truly knows.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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