PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

WE ARE THE MASTERS OF OUR FATE


We Are The Masters Of Our Fate / Dark Angel 

Free will some have called it the greatest gift bestowed on humanity . 
It is our ability to control what happens to us and exactly how it happens . 
We are the masters of our fate and no one can foist their will on us unless we allow it . 
Others say free will is a crap myth . We all have our stories of the good and bad, 
Stand black against the evening skies , As daylight dies, 
A simple moon-the loveliest thing that made my heart sing ,  
Destining is in the eye of a lovers sky , 
I love outlines and beauty that makes ones heart sing, dance in romance that will surely come, 
It may be written in heaven sky's love always finds it's way , 
I do have faith that true love will find me .  
For well we know that finite mind calls for the bounded and defined. 
Though random fancy loves to range , 
The aimless mists of dawn, and strange , 
Lovely illusions in the sky of a lovers charm , 
That charm of lies in Dark Angels eyes . 
I hold on to what I once hold knowledgeable in my mind to never forget what is true , 
Something there is in mortal life ,  
Infinity masters over me as Dark Angel walks my way . 
Dark Angel must have a margin and a plan to make me fad in his trance of his darken life ,
That is a dance I don't want to be in . 
Truth the tyrant has decreed for human need, 
Grief is what Dark Angel gives me ,  
He overwhelmed me , consumed me with his darken charm ,  
But not those changing whims I see in his darken eyes that makes me cry , 
Deep in the soul I understand Dark Angel will never truly let me go , 
That is his  nature's mystical demands , 
Dark Angel lifted his head and roared out his pains another time . 
Hold fast to my words he cried , 
Across the stumbling centuries he been looking for me , 
His eyes , My eyes turn backwards in his lust for me , 
To a firm dance of his stalking spell over me . 
He cried like a wounded animal , 
He told me he could no longer bear to be alone without me , 
Then I think to myself how could he feel the pain of a humans grief ? 


Lilly Emery (C)

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

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

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.