A circle of friends met,
On a cold October night.
Seated around a wooden table,
Holding hands by candle light.
Who dared to call the spirits?
An invitation to the dead.
So cold the glass,
That spells out words,
Ungodly message read.
Like ice a chill descended,
Cold enough to freeze the soul,
A spectre came among.
This group of searching people,
All wanting to belong.
Selecting only by random finger,
The weakest or the slight.
Cruel trick, or fairly treated,
On a cold October night.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
A circle of friends met,
On a cold October night.
Seated around a wooden table,
Holding hands by candle light.
Who dared to call the spirits?
An invitation to the dead.
So cold the glass,
That spells out words,
Ungodly message read.
Like ice a chill descended,
Cold enough to freeze the soul,
A spectre came among.
This group of searching people,
All wanting to belong.
Selecting only by random finger,
The weakest or the slight.
Cruel trick, or fairly treated,
On a cold October night.
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