Dark Angel ,loves to drink on his whisky

he gets lusty and very needy 

he looks down into the sea

he didn't like what he seen 

His anger started rising deep within him

he knows he is a ugly beast ,

He ask him self 

how could Moonlight 

ever love someone like me

So he cast another spell

that would give her more hell ,

she will have many dreams of he

She will only be able to call him

Dark Angel ,that is a command 

Moonlight tries so hard

to never give in to his hunger,

but the more angery he gets

the thunder hits harder 

the rain pours down in showers 

gravity of the night pulls down 

the crying moon in late June ,

Silence cracks

into Moonlights mind

she knows this cold voice

from long ago

Moonlight ! come to me

let me be you king .

 

Poetic Judy Lilly Emery (c)