When I was just a teen the demons tore at my head, face, eyes, soul. Total destruction was there goal.
Now the years have past they encircle me, afraid to touch, I have concubines of my own who would put them to the torch.
I tamed the dragons, made pets of there threats. I’m surrounded by white light and there’s no higher I could get.
No longer the meek and the strength of my youth they stole now returns. I sit in this tree and send the demons love, nothing left that deserves my burns.
D April 2017