Ghosthunters' Game
We've overheard some learn-ed men
dismiss as myth evil and sin.
Of Hell and grave they have no fear,
explaining all there is is here.
Yet those from ages long ago
believed that things weren’t just quite so.
Priests and seers, shamans and all
calmed many souls cursed in the Fall
with spells, charms, and often praying,
through prophecies or soothsaying.
Still every tongue that man can speak
has words that make his heart grow weak.
For modern prophet know-it-alls,
PhD’s behind ivy walls,
when they scream out, “Who’s there?” in fear,
We whisper, “Ideomotor” in their ear.
Ghosthunters and Spriritualists Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Date: 10/6/2018
2nd place
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2018
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