I Have a Fiend
I have a fiend who sneaks around my brain.
At times he flickers like a ghost who burned
In hell a while but now is just a stain,
A vile aurora borealis turned
To haunting in dark upper Arctic airs.
More usually unfurlings of his black
Light manifestations are like snares
Of guilt across the wanderings of my slack
Mind, daydreaming or in nightmares. His lights
Are candles in a witch’s mirror, shine
As black as Lucifer’s limp acolytes
Where hope in shape of blazing flames should shine.
..In case you haven’t guessed, his stare is blue.
….His look is like the troubling eyes of you.