A wit had wielded wanton words
To apply salve to my sullied spirit  
I knew in my heart I was one of your herd
Your heart of exquisite merit

Your virtue is a perceptive mind
To righteous path devote
My demon slain to free cloud nine
From which my other demons smote

No conspirator unquestioned
In a raucous and righteous quest
The world revealed not seen as planned
Intention manifest