A Poem about Astral Traveling.
Naked in the Dark
He comes upon us in the night,
channeling love and all that's right,
he sees us from far away,
a bit cheeky we would say.
Spreading joy and optimism,
conducting a mass exorcism,
ridding us of satanic bugs,
for which we'd give him hugs.
Recruiting all psychicness,
for a war of darkness,
psychic, medium, demoness,
witch, angel, and goddess.
Perilous this wizardkind,
after our heart and mind,
I feel him hit his mark,
lying naked in the dark.