Whispers in the dark

When the stars come out to play-
And the day light fades away-
I sit and stare in space.
Seeing nothing, yet, hearing many things

I hear crickets cry, and dogs howl at the sky.
I hear a fire’s sparks,
And whispers in the dark

Some high,
Some low, others in between.
Whispering sweet nothings, messages, and songs that sound so sweet

Whispering Lucifer’s wishes, calling fort spirits of all kinds
Slowly but surly seducing an innocent mind-

“Mysterious voices of the dark. What is it that you seek?
Is there some reason why, you’re only whispering to me?”

The whispers are much clearer now-
I now can perceive.

Clockwise flowing around my head,
And telling me new and interesting things-

“We bring forth joy,
We being forth pain,
We come to tell you three small things.
Love yourself and cherish your soul.
For the price of a life is worth far more than gold.”