Psycho poetry:

I saw a shimmer or a gleam,
Or was it a small spark?
It was not active,
But it was dim in the dark.

It started to dance in the mist,
Like a ballerina on a case.
Afraid of getting caught,
In a midnight chase.

I can't care for it
Or take it home forever.
It's to far to reach
And it's very clever.

Death walks beside the dim light,
Even though it has no heart.
A period of years will pass,
Yet they will never part.