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Wake up, go to bed.
Thus sayeth the Demonhead.
So, the man woke up.

Eat some food, you mortal fool.
So, brewed, Satan’s tool.
So, the man ate some food.

Go to work, do the work right or I’ll take you away
This was the Demonhead’s message for the day.
So, the man went to work.

See that park bench? That’s where you will be sitting.
Rest for a while, it’s what the Master sees fitting.
So, the man sat down.

There’s a girl living over there, knock on the door.
Tell her you like her, then call her a whore.
So, the man knocked.

Eat some more or we’ll have to keep talking.
This is how, the Demon kept balking.
So, the man ate some more.

Go back home, study. Go to bed.
Thus still sayeth the Demonhead.
So, the man returned home.

Tomorrow when you awake we’ll start at the beginning.
“Climb into bed” the Demon said, grinning.
“Yes sir”, said the man.

The pond in the forest gleams
At the end of a Solstice Dream
One thousand eggs will hatch
In years to come
The thousandth one
Waited out the sun
When it hatched, was a Grand Worm

In the dark days of a very late Fall
One thousand years a worm shall crawl
Strange diseases spread
When the last leaf falls to winter’s tread
The Grand Worm makes the hill its home

In the dim days of the midwinter moon
He will not end the blighted gloom
Shadowy figures will turn to see
That the worm still holds the key
Into sunlit doom
Nine cities lost to a flood
They searched the forest
And a thousand hills for blood
The Grand Worm crawled out of the hillside mud
And started to Dream

“One thousand years”
A white worm said
At dawn this world will surely end
In the last hours of Yule’s dawn
Have their final breath drawn
Until the world itself is gone.

Anguished cries of the solitary demon,
In the forest wrought with despair.
Black recollections of the moonlit night
When he meets a beautiful mare.

Brought rolling tears from the eyes of this demon.
Its heart was filled with the fury of a storm,
As it spoke in the language of man
“Are you not afraid of my hideous form?”