In the whispers of the night, where spirits freely roam, A circle gathers, seeking solace, far from earthly dome. Each Thursday night, a welcoming light, a balm for weary hearts, Where Mediumship offers glimpses of where the journey starts. With coins exchanged or wires crossed, a pound your passage key, To Free Spirit's hallowed halls where souls are wild and free. There, healing hands and candles bright, in homage to the past, Where love transcends the earthly binds, and memories ever last. Refreshments flow, and quietly, a listening ear draws near, To share the burdens, lift the soul, and wipe away a tear. Amidst the flicker of the flames, a book awaits your name, A testament to hope and peace, igniting love's own flame.