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
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