In shadows deep, on Black Friday’s morn,
When shoppers rush, their souls forlorn,
Amidst the chaos, a secret lies,
In the realm of minds, where darkness vies.
Hypnosis whispers, a calming spell,
To break the chains of shopping hell,
For in the trance, they’ll find relief,
From consumer’s frenzy, endless grief.
In Poe’s dark style, the message clear,
On Black Friday’s chaos, have no fear,
Hypnosis waits, a soothing balm,
To bring you peace, and inner calm.