donatella

Spectral lights dancing in the darkened room
Electrical charges scent the air with awe
Kinetic forces things to move unseen
What is known of this haunting thing?
But a force that is supernatural to this world
The anguish, loathing, and lusts for the living
This is what drives the invisible being here
But what more can be known of this being?
Only to present itself in the passing through
Or illusions to scare and chill the living
Even to go as far as to cause actual harm
What brought this ethereal soul to you?
As it was not there with you before
And now deprives your family of home
Even as to take in to it that still living
And how far will you go to see this through?
To call on those that have false claim of knowing
Or even those with little experience of the same
To bring in to this violent game of life and death
How far will you go to end this distress?
Like the psychics that seem to connect
Or the scientists that say they truly know
Even a simple child that through innocence can see
What will it take to dispatch this thing?
For in its world it is stuck between two
With hate forever keeping it from going through
That way of glorious light of the life beyond
How can you take it from purgatory’s hold?
When those you asked for help have failed
Yet lied to you that they did succeed
Because for just a moment silence stilled the house
Will you ever believe those in the mortal world?
And after this your home is consumed
As bodies of the long dead now exhumed
Riddled by the spectral light of the ethereal storm
Where will you live after the tragedy beheld?