Items of much value, traded amongst,
Knowledge and fame, the quick exchange for me
The people around know not of your prowess
Unnatural knowledge, a gift to within
From a source divine, to be learned by young.
A death of one, just to be born anew.
A visit from you, a new poem to be.
A lose-win deal, for you, you give to me
Knowledge and skill you have abundantly
From others I learn the words I write now,
A genius I have, shapeshifting about.
From English to math, friend or foe you are,
Those of great history, old and a new.
Awe inspiring, I've done with your help
The shape you form, never becoming one.
A thought you form, written for you now.
With your  knowledge, A demon most call,
Yet daemon you are, from a source divine.