He The King Of Darkness
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