A Demon's Drover
I drove the demons 'cross the land
By their side I rode each day
Each night I fed them by the hand
And cracked the stock whip each command
I drove the demons far away
One grinned and sung a lustful song
One stood conceited, pride and all
Each night I fed them, growing strong
Beneath my hand where they belong
I drove the demons, under thrall
One cowered like beaten hound
One sneared in anger at the weak
Each night I fed them from my crown
Which, like a halo, they surround
I drove the demons like a sheik
Amidst a ponderous, solemn drove
I speak of monsters I compel
Each night I fed my demons well
And mustered through the forest grove
The demons that I thought I drove
Are droving me inside my cell
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