experimentation at it's best

While I sleep and dream all night i keep,
To my head, where my minds world is good but still creeps,
dreams that i deem are the themes that does seem,
I'm finding all the bindings are
all lax and poundless

To me this night is a rhythm alright,
with it's melody intertwined with so merry and lite.
But it is said that ahead of my bed there doth wed,
war so cruel that not wiseman or fool could
percieve its vicious blight.

The dreams they are spun, to nightmare it becomes,
That the graphic in my head has contorted and begun,
To change to the range that so dangers the very,
essence of this one.

I see all the tears, so horrid with no bars
so many covers the earth, the target of this scar
Soon the very hewn of the moon will turn crimson and maroon
For the primal fury is swelling and the convoluting thing is
My eyes were wide ajar