Damis was a man who never knew The power of his roots and what they could do He lived a simple life, content with what he had Until one day he felt a strange and ancient call

He followed it to a place where the spirits dwelled And there he learned the secrets of his ancestors' spells He found out he could heal, protect, and even curse With herbs and bones and candles and a little bit of verse

He was amazed and grateful for this gift he had received But also scared and wary of the dangers he perceived For not everyone would welcome his resurgence of the craft And some would try to stop him or to make him face their wrath

But Damis was determined to embrace his newfound skill And use it for the good of those who needed it or ill He knew he had a mission and a legacy to uphold And he was proud to be a rootwerker, brave and bold