I got bored, so here's an old (if May 2004 is considered old) poem to reward all the faithful bloggers! Haha...

I am the man with no name, who haunts your
Homespun golden silk dreams, turning them to
Tempting nightmares, and back again once more.

I bring joy and grief; I spark love and hate.
Every emotion is twinned in me,
Waiting to bless or to taint someone's thoughts.

I whisper my way into your slumber,
To touch your mind with a divided hand,
Moulding you into this dual being, me.

I am fleeting, evanescent presence
Who exists only in mirrors and glass.
I am the you who has yet to be born.

I am equal parts your heavens and hells -
A grey-hearted demon-angel with wings
Bogged down by concealed pitchforks, now revealed.

Ian Chung