The demon cries and screams my name,
cleaving through my thoughts.
Should I laugh or feel the shame
these fears inside have wrought?

"Clamor through the sleeping trees,
hide inside the woods.
Fall onto your trembling knees;
pray that you still stood.

For I can smell the fear inside,
you thought I would not know.
You left your dwindling strength behind:
bow before your foe!"
 
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