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You crunch on eggshells 
try to go unseen, 
vile fiend, still hiding 
spirit left unclean, 
my eyes may see naught 
but your scent does reek, 
stamping your presence 
lasting for a week 
 
pitting patting walk 
with the ilk of rats, 
gorging at midnight 
with the hungry bats, 
shake all the door knobs 
scratch against the floor, 
scare those who wronged you 
settle an old score 
 
fear lies in shadow 
keep me from my sleep, 
whisper in darkness 
wait to see me weep, 
holy water fails 
prayer obsolete, 
salt lost its power 
bringing on defeat 
 
but dawn doth approach 
chasing you away, 
I can sleep safely 
with the light of day.

Spirit Companion