in the darkness grown, for riddles told but never solved
metaphors of a reckoning...sewn
tripping the mind with parables
a prophecy of dreaded doom
inside me I retreat
to have such a beast on the prowl
growling temptation and in the evening sound
with much intrepidation I dare look
a sighting of a tumultous storm
wreaking havoc on those unaware
spirits of the damned
who upon first look, would be dismissed
except for my experience
taking note of small ticks
they set them apart, in the darkness
grey of flesh and a shine to the eyes
you see them in nightmares
in the daylight, just shadows
of unexplainable terror
your small hairs stand on end
and your thoughts go crazy
my frequency picks them up
loath to listen I change the channel
this is what you face as a medium
distraught souls of fester
once they know you hear them, you're cursed forever
Rated for Mature(17+) 
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dark, seer
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Oh! this is deliciously dark, Brenda.
hello dearest Adagio thank you graciously it’s a trip us being on similar wavelengths ❤️
Pretty frickin awesome, Crims. I love the vibe that it is projecting. Great stuff!