Spirits fly in peace,
Encounter transcripts,
They come out of the dark,
They’re brought here by incantations,
To be chosen, for possession,
Shamanic rituals and dances,
No, there is no darkness,
Only the darkness of the mind,
But spirits, they are all untamed,
Sometimes wishing to come back!
Sometimes… the bonds…
Are stronger than us!
©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!
This is a poem from 'Life in Elysian Fields', a poetry book dedicated to my grandfather. You can download the free poetry eBook from this site: www.esnips.com/doc/896dd61c-ed80-4e8d-998f-5138a407c28c/Elya-Thorn-Life-in-Elysian-Fields
Elya Thorn
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