Demon Casters of Asilomar

The Demon-Casters of Asilomar,
   in the great lodge room,
   huddle before fire,

Ess-word mutterings float,
  "...sssalvation...,
   ...sssatan...,
   ...ssssin...",
   potent, frequent
   "...Jesssusss...".

Bowed backs as
   shields,
Stares as
   needles, knitting,
White thin lips as
   prophet, knowing,

But no
   blue eyes on the
   lurking heathens
   (who suck your soul),

No
   flirtation,
   temptation,
   touching the
      unwashed.

This is a joyless,
   serious pursuit,
Saving the world.
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