The REAL Reason

A long time ago, time seemed to drift by
Like the lazy flutter of a flickering eye
I was in my home, in all alone
Like a monarch of a small land, sitting on a throne
That’s when I saw him and he saw me
For a long time, it was all we could see

He stared at me and I stared at him
That’s when his face broke into a big grin
I decided to ignore the stranger in the mirror
He moved when I moved, he blinked when I blinked
Every so often he’s give me a wink
Eyes large and green, with a cat like slit
A great hole in nothing, his mouth did split
The jagged teeth moved up and down
But the man spoke without a sound
I gave him a sneer and went back to my book
Not giving the creature another look.

That’s when it knocked upon the glass
It knocked for hours seeming to pass.
I began to frown, oh what a bother
Can’t is go annoy another?
I stood and walked to the reflection
And I cleared my throat as if to make a correction.

“What do you want? Why are you here?
You are beginning to annoy I fear.”
I place my hands on my hips, laying it straight,
And a bigger smile just crept to his face.

I go and sit in my large chair with a “humph”
And that’s when the creature started to thump.
Now I am usually a man known to be calm
But I tend to get annoyed when things go on that long.
I fly over, quick as an eye
And give the mirror a good pry.
I tore it off the wall and smashed it to bits.
I have been known to do things like that in a fit.
I let out a sigh and even a smile.
I won’t be seeing that creature for awhile.
As I begin to walk back to my room
The creature appeared again, all too soon.

“I told you fool, be gone be gone!
It would be wise for you to move along.”
I say with a venomous snap.
The weird little creature stopped in its tracks.
“But I wanted to show you something, something good
I know you would like it, you would, you would!”
It says with a wry little grin and a nod.
Why oh why did I have to talk to this clod?

“I do not like anything.” I reply.
I do not like the grass or the sky.
I do not like riddles or rhymes
And talking to you is just wasting my time!”
I then dismiss him with a wave
As if he was my own personal slave.

“That’s too bad, really it is.” He sighs,
Then points a finger close to my eyes.
“I know one thing you like, you like it a lot.”
“I like nothing” I reply without thought.
“Then I will take what you don’t like, I insist.
Since you are certain it’s not going to be missed.”
It flies away, nowhere to be found
Then I hear a terrible sound.

“You said you don’t like anything, which goes for silence too
For the rest of time, this noise shall torment you!”

So now I sit in this noise, noise, NOISE!
And that is why children, girls and boys
I am feeling so horrid foul and bad
So if I take it out on you, do not be sad.
For I am a nightmare, red and black and white
I vow one day, to get that jackal out of my sight!