Unedited page one of Demon Vanquished
Preparing for the Journey
Great Spirit we seek your guidance;
Great Spirit we seek your wisdom;
Great Spirit we seek the Demon.
It crawled and skulked and found the edge of the pit,
It hid in the dark places,
It is the fang and the claw, the sting and the bite,
It is the venom and the poison.
Now the Demon rides again,
It tricked the Mustang and stole The Grey,
She suffers.
The cruel Demon buries its spurs deep in her flanks,
It is heartless and soulless, without compassion or mercy.
Pursued by the four winds but too quick, too sly.
Demon finds a vessel;
A mind womb, to plant and nurture seeds of terror and hate;
Feeding on the spawn before they open their eyes.
Strong but not yet strong enough; the vessel fights but tires;
It will be an easy victory.
Father, where are we going?
To find the Demon.
Ayasha carry me; grow wings!
Father, how is Nacoma?
Sure, quick and brave
His heart is beating like the drum and his mane is fire!
Are you afraid, Father?
Yes, but fear is good; it makes us remember.
The Demon will be terrifying; it feeds on fear and spawning nightmares; think of Nathan.
He loves me and I love him.
That is a spear and a bow and knife, use them well and wisely.
How did the Demon get so strong?
Great Spirit we seek your guidance;
Great Spirit we seek your wisdom;
Great Spirit we seek the Demon.
It crawled and skulked and found the edge of the pit,
It hid in the dark places,
It is the fang and the claw, the sting and the bite,
It is the venom and the poison.
Now the Demon rides again,
It tricked the Mustang and stole The Grey,
She suffers.
The cruel Demon buries its spurs deep in her flanks,
It is heartless and soulless, without compassion or mercy.
Pursued by the four winds but too quick, too sly.
Demon finds a vessel;
A mind womb, to plant and nurture seeds of terror and hate;
Feeding on the spawn before they open their eyes.
Strong but not yet strong enough; the vessel fights but tires;
It will be an easy victory.
Father, where are we going?
To find the Demon.
Ayasha carry me; grow wings!
Father, how is Nacoma?
Sure, quick and brave
His heart is beating like the drum and his mane is fire!
Are you afraid, Father?
Yes, but fear is good; it makes us remember.
The Demon will be terrifying; it feeds on fear and spawning nightmares; think of Nathan.
He loves me and I love him.
That is a spear and a bow and knife, use them well and wisely.
How did the Demon get so strong?