Fill your dreams with slumber,
fill your slumber with dreams.
We fill the world with wonder;
we wonder at all it seems.
My mind sometime ripped asunder
with the nightmare visions it streams.
In a summer embroiled in thunder,
which covers the echoes of screams,
will crimes committed for plunder
under Mister Toad’s rising spleen
fail and be legally under
a gun-ship’s cannons a beam?
With lightning the tower is broken,
and the midnight star is token.