Ghosthunter Or Spiritualist You Decide
She gave a call at 6 am she needed my advice
the little one she could not sleep his ghost was always there
I packed my bag and went to her for VIP extole
the sewing room is where he was ^. ^. but let me tell you why,
When he was bad, yes very bad she used to lock him up
and so it was that when he died he could not see the light
I achored him with words of trust and soon the wind was riled
and like a whirlwind throughing out , he passed the other side
She slept all sound from that day on because he crossed the thresh
there are some things in life you can't resolve with concrete touch
He was a child of beaten path suffering from enclosure
but when the medium gave consent the portal opened wide
When all else fails to work, its time for Spirit Guide and know
this world is a transient passerby a temporal place of qualm
and if you disbelief you lose, the center of your calm
I'd like to think there is much more then breath and earthly snore.
October 5, 2018
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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