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