Sitting quietly I ponder
The knowledge that I own:
Demon’s come breathing fire.

I try to ignore them
I am on my journey home
To sit by the hearth.

To watch the turf fire burning
In my cottage of straw and stone
My sacred home of whitewashed stone.

A cathedral to house the hearth
That burns the demons hold
There I must abide.

There I must abide - as a child
Naked before the monsters eyes
Guileless and wise.

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