Possessed
In the shadows, whispers rise,
A haunted presence, unseen eyes.
Possessed by spirits, ancient, deep,
Their secrets in my soul do creep.
A dance of darkness, wild and free,
Possession's grip consuming me.
I am a vessel, a sacred shrine,
Where otherworldly powers entwine.
Through me they speak, in words unknown,
A language from a realm far unknown.
I am their conduit, their earthly host,
In their embrace, I am engrossed.
Possessed by muses, fierce and bold,
Their tales by me are bravely told.
Through me, their stories come to life,
Ink spills like blood upon the page,
A timeless tale, a bard’s dark sage.
A poet bound by otherworldly strife.
In this union, a fusion rare,
The poetry of possession, a profound flare.
Embracing the spirits, I let them flow,
In their possession, their verses glow.
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