At last the Demond unbound

A Demond bound through the years, Grew wise amidst silent fears. He found it a ceremonial thread binding him tight, The binding force that dimmed his light. With laughter wild,he tore it free, Hysterical joy,his spirit's decree. He leapt with glee,no longer confined, The numbing bondage left behind. Yet. as he danced in newfound glee, A thought arose,a bitter plea: "What a fool I've been all along, To let this thread make me feel wrong." Now free at last,he learned the cost, Of time spent bound,of moments lost. From wisdom gained the chains undone, A changed life began-a wiser one.