malevolent

 
slipping in to the other world
I take a look around
peering into the souls of the restless
with intentions of reading their intent

malevolence or benevolent
I give the mischief makers free passage back the way they came
purifying my thoughts, I open my mind
inviting well intended spirits to approach

listening intently, I judge
sometimes not by word but feeling
they are all very polite
with exception, they know me

some come curses ready
slip the vexation, I will not submit
sublime feeling on the ether
could be a trick

the spirits are highly intelligent with magics
to dabble is to open yourself for lewd acts
it's your sex they crave

sucking your life force
it is always a trade
if they award you a gift they expect something in return
sometimes, more than they give

I am heavily warded
there is no invitation here
closing the window
I've seen enough

the mists swirl a spirit comes in clear
he leaves a message
trouble not the waters, disturbing your own tranquility