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...
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