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.