Puzzles: a pillow

In tempest, last nights lashings flagellate morn’s night-sun,

Hell yella broke loose the freaks, the walking dead in horror

Procession of battle. Steel, I hold the night, dear, yet

As I recall you, domme morrigan, a statue, proud, taller than all

Pillowcase I touch, in remembrance, adore

Fight off every freak, to death, who chill your pillow breath,

Battle outside by steel, rendered flat, already won, dawn held,

Tho my desire too strong, writhes the pillow you hold,

Love within me, surrender, an immortal god rages: I, in love