These Happy Shadows

Cataclysmic phantasm,

Lurking in the crook of mirth and grave.

Tickled pink, just to loom in obscurity.

Put the cuffs on; I'm here to stay.

I see it's likeness in the rotting cemetery statues, 

Their daunt grins crying out my name. 

I catch the joyous whoops of carnal glee,

Snuffing out the light I need.

Ascertain the hole is dug, and pour me in.

I've melted down my unhallowed sin. 

I'll leave you now; try not to howl goodnight. 

This splendid beast, burrowed in me, has promised to embrace me tight.