#WritcoPoemPrompt82
#LifeChangingContest

At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep.

Me, a brunnette ,
Being brustled of my dreams,
Wandered the chest,
Of my dreams, with a shadowy beam.

The gritty groan grieved,
Then saw with foggy...