Imaginary Friends, part 1

I once knew a man

He was a scary man

A perverse man

Many a day, I would see him, alone

He'd be hunched over and he'd look as though he were a mere pile of bone

At these times, I found, he was scariest... and would often resound a deep guttural moan

He'd shake an shiver

as though shocked by electricity

What could excite him so to make him quiver?

Others would pass as I'd stare; they'd say, "What impudicity..."

And then they'd walk on

I was left behind; forced and frozen by fear

Until, in his crazed manner, the man would come near

My skin would his hands sear as I was impaled by his spear

And then I would awake

Rising by the sun would stand my love

" 'Twas a dream," he'd whisper into my nape

Then, as soon as the light had come,

it was gone

His face was shadowed, his breath? There was none

Years later, I died

and that's the end of part one