THE TALK OF AN EVIL TOWN

Rose dust upon the white snow
this is how my story goes;
the ravens fly deep into the night sky
while the old sad moon cast its gloom
the black cats are prowling around 
eating upon the rats of the town,

As I was walking
I heard some talking
about how bad I am
holding a lamp around town 
casting stone upon clowns 
with witch bones in a bag of Jupiter dust,

the church around this small hateful town 
made a fire higher than the empire
casting rose dust and lust into dark spells
of a life of a living hell 
a little old man rang the bell 
while Dark Angel cast his spell 
that had made everyone I’ll,

Now all that talk had left a mark
on everyone holding jealousy in their hearts for me
their eyes burn deep into the night
they blasphemed about everything
I stand around them all holding a lamp of fire 
all my wrath of the past is coming back on you 
that cast the stone of abuse in hallowed places
will be your faces in different places,

Oh, how the little town of the past laughed 
but I never looked back 
while the fools cast their stones 
I walked away in beauty of the night 
holding what is of the light 
 of what is right in my own life.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980