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.
