A Ghost

A phantom body appears,
Known only through psychic presence.
Its apparition and evanescence
Cause us to ponder the fungibility of love,
The inconsistency of the electric signal
That connects hearts into a moonstruck network,
So with rags soaked in kerosene
We burn the house down
But the ghost remains.
Could this specter be some kind of messiah,
A flickering light bulb trying desperately
To convey secret information?
Or is it a demon sent from Hades
Breathing hexes into our ears?
No matter the causation,
The sky grows dim as we run into the forest
No longer having a safe place to call home.
We guard our souls from inhabitation
With the invisible armor we have acquired
From the lords and vassals,
But the ghost still chases us away
Until we are cut off from any communication
That would save us.
Tomorrow will surely bring sunshine again,
But we are doomed to forever be homesick,
Having been driven out of the city walls
By all the sick energy that the wraith could muster.