A mysterious, spiritual poem possibly unconsciously already heard by you, if you're already swimming in the deep red rivers of poetry, writing or just creating something.

A mysterious voice offering to absorb or transform your sins, through poetic expression, and eventual emotional catharsis.

Raw, powerful, and redemptive, like a mythical Sin Eater.

Trying to forever guide you through your moral and daily struggles, and helping you find a way, to stay afloat in the complexities of life.

While swimming in the deep red waters of its poetry.

Have you unconsciously heard this holy ghost?

Title.
The Congamphlgh Caller.

(A lone voice whispers)

My name tastes like raw poetry

As I compel you to try to swallow all your sins overtime, and just express one of my exotic hymns

Summon me by using a mixture of synonyms or antonyms

To then use and abuse sweet or sour rhymes and light and dark whims

For I'm like a mythical Sin Eater

Who could be sent like an arrow from your God's Chambers

To help you swim
If only you'll welcome me in

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Congamphlgh: Holy Ghost