The Dreamer

The Dreamer If I dream a dream tonight too withered with shades of light. Worried I will die from fright, but too weary to see the sun to sleep I go till dawn has won. As I dream this dream tonight transforming bones to shape the bite. howling at moonlight rays from afar, to but a dream I sleep unharmed. To slumber and shake I rage. as I paint this fiend of knight. lacking strength and will to fight the only dreaming I hope tonight. As I fall through sands that quakes holes of madness take my place. for no more horror in my delight as this dream ends or soon yields my sight. As lightning strikes eyes of glass vengefulness at bitter last. monster, demons all the gore conquering the fear is yet a war. Until the sadness of rain I was dry not cool, not warm like nothing inside. now broken only to find new love, built by my side. To a spewer of moment, I lie awake true or false unaware what to make. I stand from window cold touch to the floor with the bitter taste of morning sores left me to wonder if… was it a dream or was it more.