Deranged mind

Darkness beyond this little pool of light,
My candle attracts the spirits of night.
They listen with ears and thoughts intent
Their wills on human life are bent.

A knock, a thud, a slam, a creak...
Wood sighs and taps leak.
Dog hackles rise in fear
Tonight the spirits seem unclear.

A sudden, cold and icy draft
Denotes the presence of evil craft.
A trigger object falls, skin crawls
Suggests appearance of trapped souls.

A candle blown out with care
A whispered prayer, desk set fair.
I go to bed, the world is spinning
Belief in spirit world is winning.