He The King Of Darkness



All I see around me 

is the dark of all darks? 

as if my own eyes hold no color

no visions of any kind,


the weather is cool 

sounds of winds blowing leaves

like a wrath of a bad storm 

is on its way,


A loud laugh came out from the dark

while the old ship rocking back and forth

rain is pouring down like madness

thunder cracks the sky with anger of light

that is when I see Dark Angels eyes

looking back at me,


He loves to see me in fear

that is what he feeds on 

he takes hold of me and lets me know

he is my king of darken dreams.


Poetic Judy Emery © 1995


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