Description of the Book:
 
All they do is push down rum, to get the rage.

Below are the dry roads,
Demons rolling in a rough cage,
The place is where witches age.

Older as we get,
Ghosts break the net.

Is it a soul?
Is it evil?
Is it a demon?

I usually do not stop till it's shady,
Unless one day I spot a lady.