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What A Soul Goes For, Part II

Endicott found her earl the next morn
and took her to get her checked by a doc.
Things seemed okay, until the next day
when she full under a grandfather clock!

Endicott he knew something wasn’t right,
something more serious than her broken leg.
So he went home with her, tucked her in tight,
then stood watch while she slumbered in bed.

It was nearly one when a figure appeared,
dressed a whole century out of style.
Endicott said,”Delacroix, we meet again.
I must say, it’s been quite a while.”

The specter it screamed and leapt for him,
awakening Kirsten where she did lie.
She came to just in time to witness,
a red fire glow in Endicott’s eyes.

He grabbed for the ghost, seizing its neck,
somehow grasping this writhing phantasm.
Eyes burning bright, he squeezed out its life,
until Mad Delacroix jerked and spasmed.

The ghost with a roar faded into naught,
and Endicott collapsed back on the bed.
Kirsten watched, stunned, as her lover’s eyes
turned back to blue from their fiery red.

She looked at him, her mouth gaping wide,
and said,”What in God’s name are you?”
He said,”I’m the demon they all speak of.
That much of it at least is all true.”

She backed away, unable to run out,
hobbled by her bad leg and the cast.
Endicott said,”You’ve no need to fear me,
the evil once inside is long past.”

She stuttered and said,”How can that be?
They say to control you will cost me my soul.”
He shook his head sadly, and smiled at her,
“That was not the deal made in days of old.”

“The selling souls part was completely true,
And it was my soul that great powers sought.
But it wasn’t to the Devil, that I sold out.
No, this demon sold his soul to God...”


Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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