FORBIDDEN VOICE
Forbidden Voice
The peasants of that land dancing around
crying out Come, come too us with your
evil eyes of darken dreams they do scream
Wondering to lay my solitude and raised above
all pains and lies that hold in their eyes
my voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach
The fog is to deep too see what is standing
in front of me, but the sounds of drums
keep playing on in the rain of dreams
Through me is my forbidden voice
a voice Dark Angel loves so we'll that makes
him yell for more sex and lies that cross
over the mind in deep lust of the night
That is when Dark Angel gave out his hand
to me to be his Queen in the cold winter
of my sighing night on September mourning.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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