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Below is the poem entitled THE BIRD CATCHER which was written by poet Judy Emery. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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Each night I dream, I must face he
Who makes me scream,
Facing the predator that eats away
at my soul and spirit
to get me to lose my faith, 
In this old darken world of suicide lies
plays over and over of an ancient birdcatcher,

He is a super intelligent of the dark,
That knows how to pierce the heart,
Plays on the mind with cunning ways
to get you to lose your way,
while he sits on his blood throne of darkness,
he plots a trap in all your moves,
he studies all your habits and chrematistics, 

He walks on the ground of the lost 
that never been found;
the graves in ashes of gray pines of all time,
pasting on what was once glassy meadow,
he schemes to mislead,
he is the ancient birdcatcher of all times,
plays his games on the dreamer’s minds,

He has a wicked skittish hand,
he hides behind dark places
in his eyes are the fire of hades,
He sets traps for the flesh and blood 
he takes the bones and turn into rose dust,
In the castle of true horror are many doors
That traps the dreamers,

I had recently burnt down many traps
He made out for me in darken dreams,
It was a stormy night,
on a cold September fright,
he came out of nowhere and taken me down
so, fast I didn’t know I was caught
into one of his traps,
Oh, the pains and the rain on a road of darkness,

High into the mountains are the eyes 
and the tracks of slaves, where traps are being laid
The prince of darkness stands in the mist
giving out his evil commands,
anger is always in the air
in a world of darkness that don’t give a care,

I could hear the lying words through the thunder,
he is the birdcatcher of darken dreams,
he loves to watch me bleed.

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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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