Do you not know, I am a Phantom?

That catches your quiet thoughts,
and wishes for a kiss.

Who lives in Dark,
just to
feel
inspiration,

Nay, you are be-spelled
oh Light Seeker.

You sought my Fire
for your own,
Thief.
Liar.

Yes, Prometheus of my soul
I watched the stars.
They said, Find.
And I found you.

And in black clouds
of Hate and Anger
did Lightning strike hard.

Electrified, Terrified, Mystified.

Then it was gone
like a bird choked of song,
a Memory in folded paper.