She could read people’s minds
Discern their secrets
Expose their misdeeds
Blackmail them
Get rich doing it
A misuse of psychic powers
Lines of occult laws crossed
An offense to gods of the occult
A sacrilege to the sanctity of
Sacred spiritual gifts
On a full moon Halloween night
Her body consumed in flames
In her Park Ave apartment
Spontaneous Combustion
The report read
I know the gods of the occult
Destroyed her
And the Darkness that had
Ravaged her soul

Bob Boyd