My heart was shot with many pains
like I had been shot from a gun,
it was late on that cold September night
when he has given me such a fright,
His voice echoed deep into the night
like he was in so much agony ;
I looked around but I could never see
what was in front of me or behind me,
Then the voice got colder
and ever bolder
saying look at what you have done!
you are making me do evil things
then it started pouring down rain,
The mocking birds started to sing
sad tunes on darken meadows
I held on to my fears
while he was getting near
silence muffled the air,
Then the voice came out so clear
you are the first to take my heart
and you will be the last ....
you have given me something no other could
but now you want to take that from me,
That is when darkness engulfed in flames
like a heated up fire
that came from the shadows of the night
I could see the anger in his eyes
while he puts me into another dream.

Judy Emery © 1989
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery