Poltergeist

What is your intention

When skulking through the dark

Is it delight in testing tricks

On a deathly curious heart?

You always let me glimpse you

Then cooly let me hang

Swinging by a tendril

Such a dark and dismal string

Your presence had so thrilled me

Though filled me with disdain

Your haunted eyes exposed me

For my lust to know your name

And all inside me growing

Was a writhing, wretched strain

Of poison long since brewing

In my profound and spectral brain

At times you seem to cackle

Your immortal, bemusing refrain

In a frail and wicked reminder

That you shall never let me play

Simply frequent my fitful slumber

With your daunting, doomful game

When in flight you rumble

With a tortured, sullen sigh

As if your very presence

Confides in rattling time

You may shift or shadow or claim things

Throw your voice to tease my mind

But you can never seem to sate

The obsession in a heart so blithe

In all your darksome, and undying time.