In the Early Three Am

330am Ere we came upon the stone red txt of Gannymede, 'Twas 3am the mind was Elder Quater Breed, the words went round n round a twit, me mind had slipped a cog or two a bit, but who would intercede, Yet time was galloping a bit, cos 15 minutes came and went a flit, With thoughts of verily sweet Doreen, some Damsel pants on fire a movies QUEEN, AS THOUGHTS OF OUGHT become obscene, And caps lock on IPad corrected came between, the mumbled charachters I'm seeing, Beyond the Cygnus Star has blest, The passage of the words do rest, When heavens call a host will intervene, perceived from mental fog of dream, and 5 to 4 has come and went, the words have folded up their tent, go back to bed you mean, From Elder Quater Breed, ? Ere coming of the Crimson Quest. ? Don or Elder Quater Breed? NO Drama babe. Just my compulsion to computerise thoughts that rattle in my head, at 2am or more instead....poetry download time from DEAD poets? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kb8Dv9bOcs