Demons do and demons don't -- a tale untold to most.
A demon peers upon the man exempt an inner host.
He strayed towards a valley that invited fear for some,
With hopes to foster life that wagered greater loss to come.
Demons do and demons don't -- a sealed serrated sultry.
A demon preys upon the man convinced a life of paltry.
From day-to-day, he paves his way to solid pillar meaning,
And cast a solid shadow over those who watch him pleading.
Demons do and demons don't -- a clear incessant whisper.
A demon picks upon the man deluded as the victor.
In fame, he claims a fickle pair that's pealed and bound by gold,
A mold that's hatched from fickle minds aligned, yet toe-to-toe.
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