THE BLACK SEED

The Black Seed of torment 
the haunter of dreams 
looking for lost souls 
scatter it's seed around the land
among the rich harvest of the good,

The black seed,
digs deep in their own decay 
Dark Angels' eyes 
when he turns to look at me
are like two empty mirrors

I didn't find myself in them
only the dark of the weeping 
He doesn't speak or gesture
He never follows when
I run from the dark rooms 
He provokes me in his silence

He seems to look at me without a care 
he brings so much fear 
He stares deep in the night 
like he is lost in another time
I had always been afraid of his kind 
I grown afraid of the dark 

Because Dark Angel left his mark 
I know in my heart 
he will always be a big part of me 
we are inseparable from each other
we are like the changing wind 
Lost in shipwreck of time 
he is always on my mind 
Black Seed is he, eating away at me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2004

The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery