a pack of demons
live behind our home
they grow ever taller
but do not roam
they once were short
and dense as stone
but now their flesh
has turned to bone
two years have past
since I have known
the grudge they bear
the malice they hone
to them I give
all which I own
and I shall harvest
that which they’ve sown
so now I sing
a holy tone
and banish this evil
out from our home
“Nature’s Contempt”
