Possessed

 

There is something slightly wrong.

I can't put my finger in it.

Is it the way you flick that forked tongue?

Or is it the way your body sits

two feet above the ground?

Could it be the red eyed stare?

The glare that looks deep inside,

or just the sound of your evil laugh

booming all around.

 

There is something a little different.

I don't know if it's significant

but the way you turn up only when night falls

with a red tinge around your mouth.

Whatever possessed you? I'd ask.

But the question was more, who?

Like a menagerie of monsters fighting for room.

The different voices that you used

should have been a clue.

 

You seem a little stressed

and may I say strangely dressed.

The robe and hood look good,

But probably not suitable

for a takeaway ordering food.

Speaking in tongues, hundreds of them

and it's all a bit odd

that wherever you walk

there are bats following,

covered in blood.

 

You seem a bit agitated.

It could be the way your head rotated.

360 degrees.

Leaves me Ill at ease.

Quite a skill,

but the projectile vomit,

Makes me reach for the anti-nausea pill.

It's killing me.

Seeing you so bewitched and haunted

but I'll carry on undaunted,

if a little exhausted,

because you are my love 

and you’re always wanted.

 

 

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