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.