The Ouija Board

The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell, A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of Energy called the spirit board. Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane Of existence, for the ethereal challenged in crisis, seeking the Threshold for spontaneous release, unto our spiritual realm. Witchery’s board of trickery left in a polarized stance it So entices the living with its tempting whispering of lies, Incantations gate keepers wait on the other side of evils Door way. Memorizing the human sensory functions into a false Sense of harmless mystery of the unexplained, it lures These victims ever closer to weaving its spell of the demonic. These capture being lost unto the hypnotic effects are Transfixed unable to hit their override switch that controls Their mental powers of persuasion, disabled is there strength Of will power, they belong to the Ouija now. Clasping do all for sides of the curtain of reality, times Displacement begins in earnest, without hesitations Momentary loll this dead cell bursts to life. Black magic key has been inserted within the wooden Door way’s heart and soul, a bizarre power bank draws Forth the energy of the spiritual lost, swinging hells Kept wide open. The pancetta spins out of control, smashing against The barriers of humanity, darkened ebony light shines Through this doorway of evil and the flickering candle Turns to a shades greenish blue wavering in the odious Breeze. The voice of a thousand screams echo in sheer delight, We have been freed at last, broken is the trance, the boards Hypnotic effects are dashed by the light of the dawn. Dazed in bewilderment the voyeurs are chilled to their Very inward bones, shaking, staring in awes amazement, Wondering if these events really happened at all. Then within these tented walls a voice responds to their Questioning, laughing, as if a jackal at a fresh kill site! Foolish mortals you know not what you have done, this Night, but I promise thee this, laughing once again, In a demonic under tone, none shall leave this domicile Alive. The entry doors lock without the human touch, the Curtain windows pull closed, a momentary stilled Scream, then all is silent, what remains is left up To my readers to visualize, as the final candle Blows out! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN