Dreams of the Tower

Once upon a midnight hour

I was sleeping in the tower

Of deep dreams and thoughts so sour

I prayed to God that very hour

But no hope for me could be seen

As I dreamt that dasterdly dream

As my soul whined in fright

Murder was commited before my sight

Of course the hand that did the deed

Was that of my, or so it seemed

Of course not all is what I deem

For this is but a deadly dream

Author's Note

One of my first serious attempts at writing poetry, so please let me know what you think.