This poem was inspired by an inmate pen pal of mine. His cellmate has been practicing witchcraft and now he says the guy has conjured up some evil spirits that are causing strange things to happen in their cell.
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You conjured up evil spirits,
they are causing havoc everywhere.
Strange things are happening,
we must quickly escape from here.
Lights are turning on and off,
I can hear an eerie knocking.
A shape moves in the corner,
the wooden chair is rocking.
The darkness is terrifying,
there is whispering in the hall.
Evil spirits are all around,
our names we can hear them call.
Something brushed against me,
chills are running down my spine.
I’m tired of being frightened,
the evil spirits you must confine.
Wonderful 
Maybe your penpal is suffering from ‘cabin fever’..hehehe..very good Darla
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