The Planchette and the Pen

Could we pretend we are friends when there's no reason to

Can you find a melody in the séance I' am contacting through?

Letting go, seasons change

So too a view, a message relayed

Winding serpents eating tails

Memories of you: a ghost of a shell.

Your deceit, how treacherous.

Your whisper, how infectious.

Clouding eyes blind the light

Thoughts of you, they're right on time.

Hold a candle in vigil still,

Touch and burnt, to feel the real.

This flesh, in the circumference of agony

Bound to, a deluded vision of atrophy.

Bold and proud.

Silent your voice.

For the louder it grows–the spirit will echo

Blazing ramparts.

A will to your war

Igniting inside a battle you hold.

Keeping secrets: scaled & encoiled

Can't blame the beast for what it knows.

Could you tame a liar,

Laying muscle on a pyre?

Looking at the flame brazen with desire.

Dripping rictus

Call to listen

In the fire -- we will miss her.

Through talking board, seeking wisdom,

Never knowing what answers witnessed.

Ask a question: solve the riddle.

Break the circle, and all will enter.