He digs a hole at dusk,
Feeling like he’s nothing but a husk,
Placing a box in,
Wishing he had at least one form of kin.
The crossroad is barren,
But is where he can meet the demon,
They can grant any wish,
Sealing the deal with a kiss.
She shows up with a smile,
Looking around there is nothing for a mile,
She says, so what’s the deal my dear?
I can do so much more than may appear.
I want my life back, he mutters,
Her smile shuts down like shutters,
She needs something specific,
A whole life was in proportions much too mythic.
How about true love?
She says, I can do that with a swipe of my glove,
You need something new,
A girl that was practically made for you.
He want’s to say no but pauses,
Everyone he loved is gone because of his causes,
He really should move on,
Before this demon decides it’s time to be gone.
He nods his head yes,
And she smirks at her success,
Ten years from now,
She explains, you will pay your debt with nothing more than a bow.
You get your girl,
Then pay the cost without a whirl,
Do we have a deal?
She couldn’t see why there wouldn’t be an appeal.
His heart was at a crossroad,
His life was at a crossroad,
He wouldn’t let his life go to waste,
He would give her a kiss that was chaste.
The deal was made,
His old life would continue to fade,
He chose this path,
That will end with the demon’s wrath.