My Master Takes Hold
My Master Takes Hold / Dark Angel
Into the woods my Master takes hold
His word's are so dark and bold
His world cut deep within my soul
Into the woods my Master came to
Play his game on his new slaves
shames and guilt he put in their heart
And upon their minds and truth of light
will never be found their light has gone
Out like a candle with out a fire
Dark Angel cried out the secret is death
A death you will never get to see
Death is the teacher of light of what is right
Death is a place you go to rest
But you will never get that from me
Dark Angel they cry out is a death like moan
Of a pain that will never stop but only cut
deeper and deeper that will make them
lose their mind's
Into the woods my Master takes hold of me
To give me his pleasurable pain
that cuts like an razor .
Lilly Emery (c)
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Poetic Judy Lilly Emery
To all my readers you may see that their are grammar errors in my old writings, but these writing are from the 90's ,2000's. I truly didn't think anyone was readying my work . so I just started writing out what I felt and made my pains a story and poems . I had re post these poems and stories all over the internet and I keep them also in file so no one can ever say my work is theirs . I have kept my work as they are just for others to see where it was I started my writing at . The pains are so real not even a game ,The life I had lived I would never wish upon no one . I like to say to all who are taking the steps for change in their life congratulations to the new open doors God bless you . You may have seen my photos on the internet and my writings on Poetry.com and poem hunter etc. you may have seen the hate that others have given to me about my work and my beauty of who I am . But as you can see I will never let the haters Stop me from doing what I love . So I say the same to all of you write your own words and let your heart speak to all your readers . I hope you can understand why I haven't made changes in my work at less not the old ones . My old work are left as they are for me to always remember where it all came from . God bless to all who reads . Lilly Emery /Judy Emery
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