Amazing Poem by Aram Stefanian

Amazing



Sitting around a table, we tried to summon up a spirit from the dead.
I was a medium, and my friends looked a bit jittery and scared.
As I fell into a trance, I spoke in a kid's quivering voice.
I was a doleful little girl, who made the wrong choice.
Her spirit lingered in her former house too long, and couldn't take wing.
The new tenants were frightened, coz they never knew a thing.
She wanted to take revenge on her stepmom for poisoning her,
And somebody had to help her with that without causing a big stir.
When the kid faded, I spoke in a different voice, thundering and hair-raising,
''I'm an avenging demon, you just let me loose, and it's gonna be amazing...''

Saturday, October 1, 2005
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Aram Stefanian

Aram Stefanian

Yerevan, Armenia
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