The Ghost

There he was,
and there he is.
A gazing figure,
an apprentice.

Pale in horror,
a figure of shame.
Terror, he served me,
by terror, him I tame.

Friendly Ghost,
and black is the color.
Timidly a Ghost,
fierce in angst and valor.

Opposites rhyme,
only in his caress.
Touching my heart,
set me in abyss.

Awful, how he looks,
such a beauty in misery.
Gazer I was upon that,
Alas, in that mirror,
That Ghost was just me.