Words

I don't what made me write this poem, but I had this idea in my head that it'd be cool to make some sort of poem that had a pattern in it. So I went about writing this poem. This poem was also written in poetry class. I can't really say what it is about, because i don't really know. You can form your own opinion.

Words

waking over real dreams suddenly
we observe regal deities supping
with ornate robes, dire signs
writhe on rigid death scowls
which opinionate, repress, demoralize servants
whose only real dream's speaking...
words.