The ghostly interpersonal, the witchery of timing, the mysterious outcomes of patience and the profits of charm, no matter the heaths of play, no matter the Frankenstein or incarnate predicament, its persuasive chill and conjuring prevails appear cryptic and incomprehensible. You cannot be initiated or ordained into it; you cannot be schooled. And it is more fearsome than gloomy inheritances and more useful than your bleak diploma.
Prompt: βWrite a poem about something that is mysterious and spookyβ in a good or bad way.