A Devils Bet
What's the value of a broken soul, when love is lost?
A demon asked of me last eve,“How much would cost your soul?What would be your final price?What would pay the devil’s toll?” Funny demon, how strange to askFor a worthless soul like mine.My spirit’s broken and not for sale,Now leave me to my wine. “Your eyes are dim, your speech is slurred,And drink’s stench is in your pores.Every man has his price, lad,We are merely discussing yours.” Price? There is no price for me.Now...