Got a nightmare demon
clutching my breath,
news is bad and the
air ain't safe.
Upon a rock I lay my head
but the smoke smell of worry,
like fingers through my coat,
lingers through my sleep.
And though I sold
my hero's honor
("'tis but a word")
I need no supper
"just like that bird"
I'll take none of yours.
I'm now evil enough
so bad that I must
give birth somewhere
to cause death here.
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