RAVEN 

Lost, hurt so cut up  
Puzzled the way my life has been  
I had been gazing out my bedroom  
Window thinking about the hurt  
Of what Dark Angel gave. 
I looked and what did I see and ''Raven'', 
Looking back at me, 
His eyes so little like a spark shining in 
That cold darken sky, 
His beaded yellow eyes had been looking me  
Up and down, 
I pondered over and over in my mind, 
What did the ''Raven'' see when it was looking  
back at me,
Did it see all the pains that was in my eyes? 
The cuts of the night that had been cut in  
Deep wounds of Dark Angels knife, 
From my bleeding heart that is all over my 
bedroom floor. 
Did the ''Raven'' see the same story of he  
When he was looking at me. 
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery