Prism

A ghost in my room

Its shadow glows anew

He boasts with my shoes

Terror solemnly starts to build 

Mr ghost,  stop being nude

Put a face to your dew

Scare my thoughts as they glew

I declare,  says the dude

Your shadow rainbow pukes

like chameleon, pink to blue 

Keratin  asleep,  stood 

My skin important muse

Do the latter beat it goons

as they scatter bits to broom

Who delivers? Who is wooed? 

Do the brothers share their ruins

Are they strangers as the news 

pricked the audience to be loose

I for one, toast to the feud 

Ghost and shadow in my room 

The body,  projected doom

two entities,  dragged and used