Under Your Spell

Under Your Spell

I can see your eyes staring deep into mine
Oh, how the false face must hind
because its a battlefiels between you and I
you have away to mock and stalk out my life
you don't know how to be nice,
I'm not under your spell
but may I am 
I'm not sure anymore
I hear the sound in the night
that makes me want to cry
 I could see the mighty light shine deep into the night
While others are on hands and knees
begging please not me
while you're on the other side 
I can feel that cold september wind coming around again
I lay low but you find me where I go
you now bring me only black roses
in the silence of the night
I can hear so many crying
I look around me but I don't see a thing
what dose all of this mean?
That is when I started to scream
because I started feeling so much angony 
you're playing with my mind 
I'm done trying to be the one picking up the broken pieces 
that you left behind 
Oh, why do you need to make me cry? 
I could almost hear trumpets
from far away in that cloud of gray
what does this mean? when it comes 
to you and me in darken dreams
It sounds like a mighty earthquake 
Where lives are about to end
Oh, I can feel the pains of sin
oh, the pain comes crumbling down on me
where I stand in blood stained sand
where ancient souls calling out to me
someone is about to take a stand
while deadly flowers are in a cup
when a voice would say
come and drink and set your soul free
It will end quickly you will see
then he would walk my way holding a cup
say come to a drink
changes will be made for you and me
at the end of the mighty cry 
when it hits midnight I could hear the crying wind
calling me again 
I looked around and thats when I seen 
your eyes staring into mine
I had no words to say while you where looking my way
the one who haunts me in darken dreams
is he that is staring back at me
then he would walk over to me and whisper in my ears
Moonlight tell me what you see when you look at me
I see prophecies are being fulfilled
tears are flowing out on the sea
songs are being song 
death is being done
Slaves do appear to hear the words 
but I see is you are an evil king 
that comes to mislead 
that gives horror and pain 
that brings on mighty rain
I hear words of sorrow 
knocking at the doors of the poor
while a noble slave, tries to shine faith their way
why you cut the heads and let the blood pour out
upon the sand where it is we stand.

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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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