Dream Diary 1

he slipped into a dreamland as the grass was turning brown the king was in his castle on the town he looked down three men rode six horses half of them for sale and the undertaker hammers down his last nail the sun started sinking turning day into night the first mate looks t shore trying to find a guiding light the homes getting empty as the town took to the street the king is getting nervous and shaky on his feet all the mothers shouting drown him in the well the witch is in her cave chanting out a spell the moon is high in the sky filled the streets so bright she first mate set sail through the waves they fight the poet dips his pen as he sees the passing crowd shouting death to the king and death to the crown the horsemen riding up the hill to attack the castle gate crashing on the rocks the ship and its first mate the moon turns red and fades from sight he finaly finds the sand to the first mates delight as the fires burn red and lit up the sky the poet sees the first ate and lets out a sigh walking on that road sailor you wont ever come back what is that you have is that a ship mast on your back the moon is howling and the wind shining rite the poet takes his pen and he begins to write the king calls to his army as they run for the door the hall did echo with the royal roar the angry crown ready they weld their sharp sticks the cavalry is charging with the number of six the sun started rising up to meet the moon the castle has been taken with the king in his room stand up from that chair you dirty Royal rat you are late for your work you got five minuets flat he said i know a sailor i think his ship came in your sailor is at the door and he brought you ship with him the sun is breathing hot and its just before noon the town heads to the castle they are moving in soon so the poet draws a line and ties up his book before he stepped through the door he had a good look the spell chanted by the witch are heard every where the dogs running from the hills with their noses in the air the wind is gaining power whistling its tune as the witch fights through it flying on her broom so the grass starts turning from brown back to green he lifts up his head to remember what he seen he unties his book and ink dips his pen so as it was he got inspired then the queen takes a new man a fresh hansom groom long live the king or will his death come soon