The Spectre

I glimpse the spectre in its stride
Beckoning me with his alluring self.
Urgent desire fires my soul
And i rush toward it with slavish impatience.

Its haggard face jagged and frayed
Mouth agape chortling starlight
Eyes obscured by smoky torrents
Dreadlock strands hovering intense.

My bumping tramps a jumbling stampede
Crashing toward the spectre's somnambulent robes
Cowering toward its unmerciful stumps
Begging for a humble penny.