Close Call

The devil tried to make me a deal,

All he asked for was my soul.

I questioned, “Is that all? There must be more,

don’t you want some silver or gold?”

He slyly replied, “No that’s it,

I know the deal seems bold.

But if you comply I’ll give you the world!

and make sure you never grow old.”

So we danced for a while me and him,

Just swaying back and forth.

When I was pulled aside and given a tip,

“Watch out for that devil’s pitch fork”

I then glanced at his face and started to notice,

the deceit that filled his eyes.

The deal he made was to good to be true.

It was then I discovered his lie.



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