Premonitions

What words are there within me
what dreams dwell within my head
what wind blows to set me free
what visions come upon me in my bed
in the darkness of my mind
I travel the realms of sights unseen
I hunt the golden hind
and create worlds never seen
but once from a deep dank pit
darkness comes like some unholy birth
perverting what imagination lit
tarnishing things of worth
and though the sun banish
them, they are slow to vanish