So ...
Being haunted
Is like being taunted
Either to be daunted
To give in
To pay for your sins
Or by the monsters be flaunted
As their toy
Couldn't sleep a wink
Had to think
Of a way to rid
These demons
A magical fig came to the rescue
They could not refuse
It's bewitching aroma
Put them into a coma
Turning them into whiffs of coloured smoke
Into a brassy lamp
They were stoked
With happiness I nearly choked
What a smart bloke
Am I
Happiness to the sky
So it is me and my fables
Contented I sit at my table
Till the next time
My stories will chime
With mysterious tones
After all some magic of the dark side
Still remains
Let us continue this game
Till the next time
