Contacting spirits, a task beyond the veil, Where the living and dead may briefly prevail. Whispers and echoes, a faint voice in the air, "Are you there, are you there?" a plea to declare. Sitting on a chair, the seeker awaits, Hoping for signs from ethereal gates. A flicker of light or a sudden chill, The presence of spirits, a supernatural thrill. But caution is key, for not all is benign, Some spirits may stir and cause a decline. So listen closely, feel their energy, And approach with respect and empathy. "Are you there, are you there?" the message repeats, A call to the other side, where time deceit. Contacting spirits, a mystery untold, Yet those who seek may find treasures of old.