A miniature light bulb in a tale long ago,
A way through the night to the stingy I show.
My belly now empty I lent to the feast,
I carry Hell’s torch; a gift from the beast.
I crouch by the gate when demons are near,
To some I bring pleasure,
To others such fear.
Oh, make me smile or cause me to cry!
But if you don’t see my face,
Then nameless am I.