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Death Will Not Come For Me

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Death Will Not Come For Me

I cannot accept death

In death there is no righteous  purpose, no nobility, and no meaning
So I have devised a plan to follow, you may wish to call it cheating
I have called upon the Dark One who has at last heard my beseeching
And he comes to my chambers to make the exchange this very evening

What exchange you might ask, well that I do not know
But I will agree to any bargain if He honors quid pro quo
The only thing I seek, Immortality to me bestowed 
Tonight is that last night of this life, a change I will soon undergo

Suddenly appeared a child before me bright with shining light
In all my life I swear before God I had never seen such a sight
Boy? Girl? I could not have said, I tried with all my might
To understand how the "Dark One" could be so gleaming white

Despite myself I shuddered, but through strength of will did not fall
For I knew I looked upon the Dark Lord come before me at my call
"What do you offer in exchange for my gift?" asked He four feet tall
"I offer the soul of my oldest son." But the Dark One threw a curve ball

"One soul will not be enough to purchase what you seek. 
Immortality lasts forever, we need a continuing bargain, so to speak"
"What would you prefer instead?"  I asked, my anxiety at it's peak
"The soul of the son in each generation, that is what I seek"

I pause but a moment to consider the cost before I gave my assent
I will not say no, I cannot accept death so my plan I must circumvent
The Dark One was immensely pleased that I willingly gave my consent
There was but one more thing to be done, but one more, just a kiss

He stepped up close and rose on tiptoe his arms down at his sides
His pink lips pursed in anticipation, a kiss I had to provide
So I knelt down to deliver the kiss trying to calm the war inside
This is the moment I've been waiting for, the moment that turns the tides

At the moment my lips touched his I felt a surge of power
As I stared into his eyes they became so deep, deeper than a black rose flower
So deep I plunged into those orbs I did not know if it had been moments or hours
When I came to myself the child was gone and I was left feeling empowered

I sensed no chill and all of my limbs were atingle with a strange sensation
I felt remarkably light and there was a thrill at my body's prickly vibration
My eyesight enhanced I realized then I had lived a life of stagnation
I danced easily knowing happiness at last, death no longer an expectation

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  1. Date: 8/25/2013 12:43:00 PM
    Heck, I'm adding you to my poet faves as well. I adore your work!

  1. Date: 8/25/2013 12:41:00 PM
    Very "Faustian"; "Faust" is a great story, and this reminded me of it. Far too many verses in here to single out as awesome. Beautiful imagery and emotion. Very well done and well written; I enjoyed it immensely. KUDOS! :D

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    Date: 8/25/2013 12:42:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Oh, and it's going into my faves :)
  1. Date: 7/16/2013 4:38:00 PM
    Wow! What a read! I hope this wasn't a true story. Ha-ha. :o)

  1. Date: 7/11/2013 8:45:00 PM
    That was one marvellous read, enjoyed it very much Peter

  1. Date: 7/4/2013 11:00:00 AM
    love it..................skat

  1. Date: 7/1/2013 10:20:00 AM
    I saw what you did here. This was very, very well done. You can always split the poem into 2 parts if you just run out of room. I had to do that last month with one of my poems before I upgrade to Premium. :) Tremendous setting & vibe coming off this story.

  1. Date: 6/28/2013 5:21:00 PM
    This extremely long mostly monorhyme poem was inspired by my favorite trilogy of books by Jeane Kalogridis having to do with the Diaries of the Family Dracul. I LOVE IT. This particular story is of the night Vlad Dracula became a vampire.

  1. Date: 6/28/2013 5:20:00 PM
    Sadly I had to cut off the first part of the "epic" The whole thing was too long to post. The Beginning is this: I have seen death up close a thousand times in my life I have peered into the eyes of each man who has met my knife I have studied the face of death tried to learn it’s secrets But there is one thing I know for certain, one thing I know the deepest