The Imp

The Imp

Clapping my hands

And cackling with glee,

I thumb my nose

At the Powers-that-be.

Nay, not a sprite, nor a demon am I,

Nor pixie, elf or goblin.

I am the imp,

Magical and mischievous.

I am your highly annoying

Yet oft helpful companion;

Your friendly fiend.

Unpredictable in my ways,

With the twin sparks

Of madness and chaos

Glittering in my eyes.

Always laughing, with a prank at hand,

I regard the entire world as a jest.

You’ll often wish you knew me

A little better, or not at all.

But behind my laughter

And all that madness,

Which is my shield,

I hide my hurts and scars

Along with a terrible anger

I daren’t show.

All the darkness and faults

Are veiled in the shadows

Thrown by the fire that burns bright within,

The fire of my eccentricity.

So don’t be afraid,

I promise I won’t bite.

I’m as harmless as a volcano

That has lain dormant for years.

Be my friend, and know me well

And you’ll begin to see

Why I’m called

The Imp.