Lights

The lights flickered and glitched,
Nobody dare touch the switch.
As the spirits all dispersed,
Nobody knew what they all rehearsed.
As the night faded and the day began to rise,
The lights still flickered, nobody knew why.
As night turned to day,
Nobody knew, but somebody was about to turn the tide.
As night set in,
The conjuring was about to begin.
Everybody thought the spirits would have fled.
Nobody knew what was about to happen next.
As the ritual was formed in discreet,
Everyone hoped it was not certain that they would meet.
As time ticked on,
Everyone hoped the Spirits were gone.
As the lights gave one last flicker,
Everyone began to hear a whisper.
"Turn around, begin again.
Learn from the past, and soon may humanity then win."