Though the witching hour was well past
And Night its starry dragnet had ably cast
Without a sound, very stealthily, it crept
Even as I, so unsuspectingly had slept.
With such skilful legerdemain
It invaded my very private domain
Then after burying itself in my mind’s recess
When suddenly it bubbles up to the surface,
An eternal question to be asked, will be
Do I possess it or it possesses me?