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