Who

Who was he
That man in black
Who seemed so cocky
Dressed like that
His face obscured
His vision blurred
His whole outlook
So flat

He doesn't visit
Anymore
Well not but once
Or twice
The lanterns keep him
Dim and distant
He can't abide
The lights

A harbinger
Of innocence
He thought, he knew,
He lacked
His company
No longer welcome
Just memory
A flash