The Dibbuk Box Poem

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A box of wood, a vessel old,
A story dark, yet to be told.
A dibbuk lurks within its walls,
A restless spirit, heeds no calls.
Locked tight, with symbols carved deep,
A soul trapped, unable to sleep.
A Jewish legend, a tale of dread,
Of a dybbuk, a soul misled.
A box once owned, now cursed and feared,
A spirit's rage, forever seared.
Mysterious happenings, strange events,
As the dibbuk seeks to torment.
Whispers in the night, a chilling breeze,
Shadows dance, as if to tease.
The box's secrets, slowly unfold,
Unveiling a story, ancient and bold.
A rabbi called, to break the curse,
To free the spirit, from its hearse.
Prayers chanted, incantations cast,
A battle waged, to confront the past.
But the dibbuk fights, with all its might,
Refusing release, a stubborn fight.
A tale of possession, a battle won,
The box now sealed, its duty done.
The dibbuk box, a legend told,
Of a haunted soul, lost and bold.
A cautionary tale, of spirits trapped,
A reminder of the unknown, unwrapped.