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  Marvin Lane

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 The Gypsy Queen

Gypsy Queen

It's a dark and lonely evening and the wind is blowing hard
The shadows of the oak tree illuminate the yard
The sounds of screaming angels are heard from miles and miles
The little children sleeping behind the old woodpile

Awaken by their nightmares occurring in their sleep
The little children wake up, too afraid to weep
Their eyes are filled with terror of what they all had seen
They cuddle up together, the youngest in between

They notice in the darkness a modest silhouette
They call out, “Please Help Us!” A move they will regret
The figure in the darkness with fire in its eyes
Has just one agenda; its goal's to hypnotize

The moon is peeking through, revealing its dim light
The face of the figure brings terror to their eyes
They all begin to shout; they all begin to scream
And out of the darkness they see the gypsy queen

The figure of the darkness with fire in its eyes
Turns to face the gypsy, who caught it by surprise
The wind it stops its blowing; the trees they make no sound
The children feel some shaking, it's coming from the ground
 
The figure takes its hands and raises them up high
There is a bolt of lightening that streaks across the sky
It strikes the gypsy queen and throws her to the ground
Lying there so helpless, she doesn't make a sound
 
The figure starts to laugh and faces the young children
With fire in its eyes, these frightening words are spoken
“You cannot run away; you cannot run and hide
Your souls are mine for taking” The kids were horrified
 
As it got real close, a sound comes from behind
And low and behold, the figure became blind
The gypsy she survived and with a sword in hand
She drove it in the figure, who didn't stand a chance
 
The figure started bleeding; the blood was black as coal
That is when they noticed; the figure had no soul
The skies began to rumble; the ground began to rock
The children became frightened; their knees began to knock
 
The gypsy said “Don't worry, your souls are all now safe
Give me all your hands, I'll take you from this place”
They walked along the creek beneath the starry sky
They saw a young raccoon; they heard a hoot owl cry
 
They came upon a place they'd never seen before
It had stained glass windows and an old iron door
The gypsy took their hands and said, “Don't be afraid.
You'll never be mistreated; you'll never be betrayed”

She put them all to bed; they had a busy night
She covered them with blankets; she left on all the lights
They finally fell asleep and dreamed their children's dreams
They cuddled up together; the mood was so serene

They grew up in that home as happy as can be
Always being thankful of the gypsy queen
She saved them from the figure; she gave them needed help
She saved them from their nightmares; she saved them from themselves

Copyright ©2007 Marvin H Lane


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