Deus Avertat

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