Consequence

Inspired by Supernatural, fueled by my own frustrations.

Sign at the X

sign away your heart, your soul

give away your sanity,

you'd give anything

for a night of gold.

 

It's just a deal,

a prick of our palms,

and then it's over

and there'll be no psalms,

'Cause when the devil comes to take,

that's the price you pay.

 

Talent or money or

someone to love

but when it's all gone

no fanfare, no white dove

you made a deal with the devil,

it's all over, love.

Author's Note

Eh. Sam and Dean really touch one's soul, no? And then add to that a promise I have to keep...wham. Poetry.

Reviews

[nonno noo]

you have a gift with the pen, and it's evident in this piece.