The Wind is Crying at Me Again

The wind is crying at me again, casting out its own sins...
heaven often lashes back, on all those evil attacks;
angels fight for what is right that shines in Gods eyes,
not all angels hold the truth in their hearts
some are very marked, they hold the ancient art
of what is called bloodshed, where so many had lost their heads
where fallen angels are cast down into the sea of what I call darken dreams.
- Judy Emery © 1979
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery