The spirit rises with the full moon,
Adrift among the breathless sitters
Colors of light flash and float
Evoking soft murmurs, silent gasps
She speaks and silence is broken
The candle flickers, sends a puff of smoke
An image clearly forms in the crystal
All eyes trace the outline hoping
For familiarity, someone they know
Bringing that all-comforting message
That there is life beyond the grave.
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