𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫

Trembling fingers, candlelight's glow,
 A secret bow to forces below.
 Nails dig in, fear takes its hold,
 The ritual waits to be bold. She whispers soft—come forth, come near, 
Bending low over the page, a seer.
 Suddenly sensing breath from behind,
 She turns pale, her courage confined. "Do you call us, dear one? A creaking laugh..." 
Her heart starts to dance on a path,
 We're always here, just out of sight,
 Waiting for you to shed the light. Cold fingers clutch the sacred sheets,
 The rite's not done, its rhythm beats.
 Devilish laughter from shadows deep
 Will punish the soul that's naive and steep.