Deus Avertat

Spawn of Possession

Even the purest of sinless souls sometimes attracts 
themselves to spirits long
forgotten sleeping
A man of curious nature this soon would learn, in his 
grandma’s old attic
He found the hidden piece of wood that forever would 
change his blissful life

Tool of evil, board of riddle, transmitter to the 
ancient
Unforgiving, lures the living, of hell designed 
mechanics
Sends a signal to the shunned side, one asks it, one 
reads it
Whom will answer God only knows

Although his Granny warned him deeply he still brought 
it home for study
All he wanted was to try it, for mood he list some 
candles, poured a glass of
vintage absinthe
Innocent, wonder, soon to leave for hell, seance begin

His hand grabbed the planchette, sweating exited of it 
went
In backwards circles back and forth, demon speech of 
unknown
Twitched his hand and took control, letters started 
shaping into several words

Come join us the sentence read, why he wrote, no reply
Who are you, we are mere friends, hear our offer gentle 
caller
You may have goodly gifts just for us to simply visit 
you

The short conversation led on, convincing our host to 
trade what the spirits
wanted
Debauching intent, plotting for his soul, brood of ill, 
attributed to his newly
found friends
Their agreement sealed a subconscious deal though he 
could not foresee 
The effects coming, nails and hair fell off, a lump in 
his throat was born
He started feeling woozy, bowel control he kept losing, 
soon swimming in his
own filth
As he got invaded by the tricksters from beyond

Wrenching on the floor, the voices pounding in his 
mind, raving on about death
Started to get owned in fetal position, realized the 
mistake he had made
Yelled out tortured leave me be, badly choking on his 
phlegm
Begged in tears for deaf ears, serpents from the other 
side his body now
possessed

A broken human woke up in daze, first thing his eye 
caught
On the floor a pile of ash, must’ve lit the board on 
fire
Not sure of what had happened, it all felt weird and 
blurry  
He managed to stand, still in pain from last night’s 
ordeal

Back flashes started to haunt his weak memory
Grandma’s face covered in blood, limping steps took him 
there
To her house door unlocked called her name silence 
would not break 
Up the stairs, met by a horrible death sight of what 
he’d done

Old granny torn apart, down her throat he had rammed 
her heart
Her eyes stared open wide and cold, what was all this 
meant for?
The spirits of the board for years had tried to take 
her soul
This was their vengeance, that’s why they sent him
To execute her and be freed forever