Poetry

An Offering

By Wallace - 16 February 08

Can I buy your soul since I don't have my own?
I don't want your flesh or your touch
Not even your love
You won't miss it much until you've grown old
Oh, you won't even care once it's gone

I can bring you luck, success
With such divine happiness
Glorious lights shining down
Bask as golden chimes ring out

I can bring darkness on those you hate
Make their fates worse than death
Punish them all as they cry to be saved
Take away their hopes; leave them blessed
With the blight of my chilled caress

I can leave you until the end
So you don't remember, my friend
Ignorance would truly be bliss
Until that final, fateful kiss
Oh yes, I'm sure that I would not be missed

Make up your mind soon
This offer will close
I don't make it to the old
Only those young enough
Who can give me what I want

Your soul is still so bright
A little bit of light
Left for me to savor
Innocently flavor

Don't wait too long
Your future could be grand
Untarnished
Here before the wave of my hand
For the price of a song

Remember, you own your soul
Nothing wrong, just let it go
No-one but you and I here
No need for dread or fear
Really, no-one else will ever know