The poet made a deal with the devil, and in exchange for the poet’s very soul
The devil would give to the poet, all of the poems his pad could hold
The poet became famous and his work withstood the test of time
The devil stole the poet’s soul, for one thousand poems of rhyme
Now the poet lived a grand life, but he was growing old
And the devil had been waiting, now he was growing bold
The poet wanted to back out, of the deal that had been struck
Well the devil came for his payment and the poet was out of luck
The poet begged the devil, pleading for more life and time
The devil just started laughing, saying give me your soul it’s mine
- Author: willyweed ( Offline)
- Published: July 5th, 2016 11:24
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 21
Comments3
Wonderful write and a wonderful read
Thank you Tony36 you are very kind. Glad you enjoyed it, you may like some of my other posts as well. Anyway I do appreciate your comment. ww
Thanks WW ~ a great moral here. We should all be careful who we sell our SOULS to and why. Of course SATAN is always the main bidder ~ but equally we can sell out to another person or a Cult or a Political Party or even "The Company Store" Thanks for another challenging WW ODE # Thanks for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian, yes of course you are right Brian! The devil gets people's attention but there are many snakes in the grass, here about!
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