Dance With “Darkness”
By WolfsWhisper
Whirling around, Tumbling down, Falling faster through the ground. Hit with a thump, Stars fill my eyes. Open them up, Gasp with surprise. A seven foot man stands at my head, His eyes are blood red. At his feet in a room lit with fire, I scan his aura filled with desire. ‘Hello, child, welcome to my lair,’ “Who are you Sir, why have you brought me here?” ‘The Man of Darkness is my name,’ ‘What do you say, shall we play a little game?’ “A game? What kind?” “Will it take us much time?” ‘It all depends on how you play,’ ‘Now make me a wager,’ ‘What do you say?’ “I-uh-sure why not.” “Let’s go for it, I’ll give it a shot.” ‘This game is called ‘Devil for a Day.’’ “That’s an interesting name Darkness,” “Now how do you play?” ‘Simple enough, child, I steal you soul.’ ‘Borrow it is a better term,’ ‘Use it till it’s old.’ “But Sir, I should tell you first,” “I lost mine at birth.” ‘Why how can that be?’ ‘Everyone has a soul,’ ‘For on it the body feeds.’ “I’m sorry Sir, but it seems you have lost,” “I gave up my soul for a very small cost.” ‘To who? I’m the one who uses souls.’ “To the woman in the earth and the man in the sky.” ‘What did they give you in return,’ ‘You said it cost you,’ ‘And what I shall learn!’ “It cost me a life on the planet above,” “I was carried down on the wings of a dove.” ‘You told me you lost it that you don’t have a soul!,’ ‘You’re playing head games with me and being too bold!’ ‘That’s it I can’t take it,’ ‘You’ve got me beat.’ He places me on red leather seat. Pushes a button and up I fly, Out of the earth and into the sky. I Hear a voice whispering my name, ~Sweetie are you all right? ~ It was just a bad dream. Or that’s what I thought, For above my pillow rested a note. Written in letters of entity blood, ‘From the Man of Darkness, ‘The game’s just begun.’ I shiver roll over and ask my mum, “Is it true that I lost my soul?” ~Not yet in this lifetime,~ She gently whispers brushing my hair, ~But in the one long before.~ Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 03:37 PM PST, Allison Nolen 18 • 0 • 10
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