Contacting spirits, a task beyond the veil,
Where the living and dead may briefly prevail.
Whispers and echoes, a faint voice in the air,
"Are you there, are you there?" a plea to declare.
Sitting on a chair, the seeker awaits,
Hoping for signs from ethereal gates.
A flicker of light or a sudden chill,
The presence of spirits, a supernatural thrill.
But caution is key, for not all is benign,
Some spirits may stir and cause a decline.
So listen closely, feel their energy,
And approach with respect and empathy.
"Are you there, are you there?" the message repeats,
A call to the other side, where time deceit.
Contacting spirits, a mystery untold,
Yet those who seek may find treasures of old.