Black Shape Shifter

 

Black shape shifter is near

To me he does appear

Floating in a flash through walls

Passing by, no fear, yet felt in halls

 

A flash of darkness seen

My cornered eyes are keen

My senses feel you coming through

Why to me, alone, doing what you do?

 

How? In my blessed abode

Caught on film from my commode

I ask you speak of what you want

For my house you shall not haunt

 

Use some precautions

Meditative cautions:

Can lead to many planes

Open doors from all domains

 

Resonating frequency must be low

Weaker health has dimmed my glow

Yet still protected in my circle of light

To cast you out is now my plight