Spooked
In the midst of the crowd
I am the ghost unseen
Misunderstood. Feared.
Exorcism of your evangelical team.
Torches light your way
The only light you’ve ever seen
This fool’s light, red with fever,
Has burned away your Holy Dreams
Burned down your town, too
Yet still you do not comprehend
As your ashy remains are swept up
And tossed back into the wind.
---unAsleep