An Apparition
Oh, evil me, how you shaped me!
Eucey knew not where to find glory.
In the heart of the city?
Or, mouth smaller than his story?
Thought he of himself to be witty,
His remarks to be pointy, sharp dagger shaped teeth,
His mind to be a playing field of a hundred thunder bolt,
Lightening ideas struck every second or two.
He never knew, clawed by an apparition none than himself,
His every fiber of being were in the jagged jaws of a gory, canine being.
An unholy silhouette lurked in darkness, followed his eyes in every molt,
In the curling water he failed to see, a reflection that refuged in him,
At dark of night, which slept with him,
In wake of dawn, which woke with a squirm.
The spirit that made him beat the drum,
A hollowed sound resonated in his eardrum,
Dum! Dum! Dum!
He only clanged on.
How consumed was he by that ‘formless’ being,
He knew not from inadequate seeing.
Distorted was his vision by a speckled band,
Poison which feasted in ticking of the hour hand.
He could neither see,
Nor hear the spells of this evil charm,
Which caused his thoughts more harm.
Limited in his world and sight,
He could never be glad about any shinning light.
