Demons

So the mystic turned another card He thought and then he said There are eight demons in your heart And one inside your head The tired figure raised his brows Then whispered more than spoke Is there some way that you can help Some chant you can invoke Yes the mystic’s voice replied But such things are not cheap For you see I’m old and frail And this will drain me deep But for a price this can be done As he made a shaman’s sign That raised his strength to meet the task And chased away the nine The tired figures weight now gone Raised lightly from his chair And paid the mystic for his work A price that was quite fair Before you leave just one more thing The sages voice implied I’m much to old to do this twice And showed the man outside