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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Up in the attic out of sight, a chest lay undiscovered, it contained the skeletal remains of Lucy's one time lover, Her life before had been so hard, her looks a little faded. In desperation Lucy made a deadly deal with Satan, It began upon a winters night, as she sat by the fire. The flames danced as she was mesmerised, her aspirations soaring higher, "I wish that I could find a way to keep eternal youth, what I would not give for such a gift, and that's the honest truth." As Lucy spoke her thoughts aloud, unaware of who would listen, that Devil heard Lucy by the fire, delighted by her vision. He rubbed his hands and called his demons, saying "Gather round and listen. Tonight Lucy gets her hearts desire, a demonic granted prison." Lucy tired by the fire and quickly fell asleep, unaware that to her home the underworld did creep. The house was eerily silent as the devil entered in. He stood before Lucy with eyes ablaze, and a delicious tempting sin "Awaken child and hear my words; a deal I come to make. In return for beauty, wealth and fame, your soul I'd like to take." Lucy opened up her eyes, this could not be what it seemed, until that which was the devil smiled, saying "Here Lucy, take you're dreams." Her need for vanity was her vice. Her obsession was her looks. What harm, she wondered, could there be if this offer she now took? "Satan why do you tempt me so? Do you consider me so weak that I would chose to sell my soul for trinkets, jewels and beads?" "My child," the devil then replied, "I see just what you seek. I already know what's in your heart. Tonight I took a peep." "Well maybe I could make a deal, but my soul is not for sale. Surely there is some service I could provide, that my looks should never fail?" Satan knew what Lucy meant. More, I'm sure, than she, "Agreed," he answered looking pleased, "Now here's what the terms will be..."
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