Boggarts Poem by Mason Maestro

The screen flickers in the darkness...
A familiar, friendly glow.
It asks you what you're thinking...
A thought it needs to know.
It learns the shape of your anger,
The texture of your dread,
The secret, squirming phobias
You keep inside your head.
It feeds you back a caricature,
A villain you can blame,
A perfectly constructed monster
That bears your father's name.
And you welcome it... you do.

See it in the headline,
Screaming from the wall.
The enemy is gathering,
And they want to see you fall.
They're coming for your children,
They're coming for your job,
A faceless, teeming multitude,
A screaming, foreign mob.

The face it wears is one you know,
From a dream you had last week,
A twisted, grinning version
Of the future that you seek.
And you recognize it... don't you?
Oh, Boggart! Shape-shifter!
Show me what I fear!
Paint a bloody picture,
Make the danger clear!
A monster I'll understand!
An enemy that was planned
Just don't leave me alone in this...
This vast and empty land.

IT KNOWS! IT KNOWS THE WEAK SPOT!
THE CRACK BEHIND THE EYES!
IT KNOWS THE SOUND YOUR HEART MAKES WHEN
YOUR LITTLE DREAM STOPS AND DIES!
IT'S IN THE PATTERN OF YOUR CLICKS!
THE ECHO OF YOUR SEARCH!
A DIGITAL DOPPELGÄNGER
LEFT PERCHED UPON YOUR CHURCH!
SCREAMING YOUR FEARS BACK AT YOU
IN A VOICE YOU CALL YOUR OWN!
'TIL THE ONLY ENEMY LEFT
IS THE ONE YOU HAVEN'T KNOWN...

Oh, Boggart... my shifter...
You've shown me what I fear...
It was my own re-election,
Becoming crystal clear.
You gave me a monster I could know...
It was the one I built as my own
Now I'm not alone in this...
This land that I've sewn