I have seen many things in darken dreams

the cries of the young and old,

while Dark Angel stands bold,

in a world of pains of darkness

a place where life seems so cold,

  

I had uncapped my pen to write down

all my pains and shames, upon silk paper

in my own blood stain ink, for others to read

what it is my heart bleeds,

Oh, how the living landscape looks so beautiful,

While the waves push upon on the banks,

  

Faraway into the woods the slaves are out

in the cornfields where their heads are bowed,

while Dark Angel walks about,

scattered souls of long ago,

into the clouds of weathering smoke

Oh, how my tears did flow,

   

I have seen many things in darken dreams,

How nature of man could make commands,

with ancient anger in his eyes,

Oh, how I gazed at the sky asking God why

In the silence of my mind,

 

 

Where I stand in the filed upon the blood

Stained mood of ancient time, beneath my feet

are souls of long ago, that was abused and used

because they loved God, they were slaves

of the true faith,

 

The young and the old they stood so bold,

they died for what they believed in,

they will always be the beauty of light

that shines so bright in the love of God,

 

Oh, ancient moon you hung in gloom

In late June,

where fewer summers came along,

hearts are shattered;

soul is broken down day and night,

tears flow like rain in so much pains,

but the mind of the slaves remembers

there was once a true beloved face many

pains on earth before his death,

Oh, how his love shined in the slave’s eyes,

    

Because that beloved came from heaven above,

He is like a white beautiful dove,

That flies high into the sky of love,

That one died for all of us who loves him,

Beneath my feet on wet ground are the cries

Of an ancient time,

   

Where trembled hands, where words and commands,

came from he who haunts me,

who gives so much pains, his eyes are following

my every move, ceasing away faith and love,

I always had wondered how could he live with himself;

  

 

Life isn’t a game, but it is a gift,

just like the sea that flows in darken dreams,

the ocean blues and rivers and streams

hold the love of who created all things,

while slaves are being termitid in all things

God Jehovah and Jesus sees all things

even in darken dreams that makes me scream,

 

Upon crying tones, blood has fallen beneath the feet

while the spirit still speaks,

in places of the unknown where true agony was made,

where tears fall while the body is beaten down,

where found, feelings had no share,

because Dark Angel don’t give a care,

 

    

The sight of light never shone in his eyes,

Dark Angel doesn’t know what love is,

On all crying souls of long ago

their words are still being told, their pains are

bring on the rain, while they call upon the name,

where infant cries while they died,

while mothers slaved out for their lives,

friendships are bestowed upon the land,

  

While Dark Angel beats them down,

He calls out my name, Saying Moonlight,

tell me what it is you see, come cry to me,

Moonlight stands on her feet, tell all what she sees

while slaves of faith weeps,

time is a clock that plays the games of tick tock,

 

   

But no one knows the time when God will

make his show, to a place he will make war

a war not of man, but a war in his command,

So, while you’re out being slaved to a word of pain

never loss your faith, love one another,

I see faraway lands of true freedom

where the light will shine so bright,

Where true love will always be,

This is what I see.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017

The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery