Balor

A Celtic demon,
Balor,
Descended upon me,
And tore my strength,
Placing them at the four corners of the earth,
Approaching with masked intent,
His sole desire,
To break me down,
Consume me with fire,
Trying to resist,
My mind seemed bored,
Unable to hold back,
The fury of the little devil,
And turned me into a liar,
Drenched to the bone,
With sweat and fear,
I seek dryer ground,
Where I can reassemble,
The many pieces,
Of I.

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