The Devil Is In This Tale
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Her insecurity would not let her see,
I wanted her!
I thought she knew, my heart was opened.
I should've asked.
She walked on a thread, fourteen stories high
to cross from her building to mine.
The devil at her side, he cut her angel wings,
watched her drop, caught her in his wicked trap.
She was weak from years of abuse.
I heard her yell.
"Promise me this, what I sign
affects me and only me."
The devil answered, "I promise!"
No he did not lie.
Still for he It was Goodbye.
She signed his contract blind.
It was me she had dealt for.
Afraid to believe. Scared to accept,
what she knew, what she felt.
Her sense of trust for anyone long ago expired!
The man with the black blood ignored me!
I felt him; his chill was in the air.
Punished to live forever cold.
Even his pit of endless fire barely took the edge off.
”My misery of doubt is at an end!" she said.
He lowered his head in shame. That too was his curse,
he still felt remorse No matter how briefly.
She had to have me unconditionally.
If only she had known, she already owned me.
Her depth and strength impresses me
yet I know she could not stop what she had started.
She signed in blood, signed to guarantee
she would never again be alone, never again be without love!
I knew he was at our wedding, I heard the chatter of his teeth.
When I said I do it was Lucifer who stood there
him who heard my truth.
Without changing a thing, his contract he fulfilled.
I could only smile. How cold he is, the pain he sustains
for the decision he had made, when he left heaven's gate!
She hugged him on his way out.
I believe now, as I did then, as I always will for a brief moment,
his teeth stopped. For just seconds while in her arms he felt warm.
I wonder what he thought.
Let the celebration begin she owns me,
it's off to our room to be alone and in bed.
In what we did, we felt as if we were walking
innocently along a beach on the Caribbean Sea
I am the town she grew up in, her friend
her partner, and yes I am her lover.
For that her soul she traded. She had her man.
My soul she saved, my human form hers,
her kindness I return in something I know
though still in my youth my card would fall
early from the deck.
Yes he knew it too my time was short. I have only ten years left.
I held my wife all that time, made with her children from paradise!
He could not strike a deal in which he did not cheat.
He thought, ten years was for him a good deal.
The final laugh is mine, with my Angel on my side
I strike a deal, trade my soul for my wife’s.
The devil acts unattached.
I beat him.
He'll feel colder now, that's the deal.
His warmth he seeks, in any soul
he can deceive. Now her soul he'll
never have. It is I who wins.
I who is eternally damned.
In my death my love,
a woman of substance
knows how dearly I worshiped her,
knows her true worth.
She will live into her nineties happy in the knowledge
she was loved for who she was - we were always one.
My Angel through my coffin explains to me
no soul is damned, when an act is selfless.
My wife and I will meet again!
So our story ends, but not before we hear a sound,
the echo of teeth that chatter. Chatter louder than ever.
It is literally
A Cold Day In Hell!
02~12~2014
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Contest Name: Death Shadow
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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