The devil came for me last night, he was dressed in a beautiful tunic of my panic.
He sat at the foot of my bed and leisurely began to recite my poetry.
He found old ones and fresh ones. My letters rolled of his tongue as if they were his.
In his raspy voice, averting his eyes from me he said; "I gave you this gift of gab to torment your soul.
You are my mime without me your story has no sound and your heart has no beats."
I smiled at him with my eyes, and without concern I told him, "My poems are hers."
"There is nothing for you to lay claim to here, my valuables are in safe keeping."
"I gave her my heart in a poem some time ago. I knew you'd hear the echoes of my heart leaving my body and come looking."
"She keeps my heart guarded by the impenetrable forest of our love."
He snarled at me and with an air of wit he said "if I can't have your heart then you'll soul I'll take with me."
"I'll gladly burn for eternal love," I told him.
"She has my heart nothing else matters"...
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