Sun & moon.
A-Z, 123.
A doorway looming.
The spark of touch & life stirring around the afterlife.
Spelling out the answers to your questions.
Candles flicker in the still wind.
My hands I lend..
The planchettes message it sends.
Hoping for answers to mend.
Letting my own demons in.
The doors open and unhinged.
Stepping through believing nothing more.
The board spells out,
"Was this what you have been waiting for"
Playing games, pulling you from your grave.
Pulling my soul through my fingertips.
Demons dancing over my lips. Heart skips.
Reaching out to the unknown.
A personal demon haunts your home.
A time comes to throw it all away.
To find it all lying right on the table the very next day.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Never again to see the sun.
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