This is the condensced version of a poem. I thought that I could stop at this stanza of what was going on, but currently am in the process of completing it so that it will be a whole story, and not just some little gab.
A little bit of macrabe never hurt anybody, except for the charecters within a literary works...
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‘Twas just another summer’s luster, saw a lady, was quite shady
That’s gaze seem to bury into bowels of my very soul.
She turned an alley, down the valley, suddenly came upon a caddy
Full of all and many of things that gets the boys and girls coal.
“Should I be just cold?” I polled, “Ne’er should I coze
With one who shivers me out of simple lulls.”
It was just one moment, that one blasted summer
Brought me down, down from a state of youth of once I was before.
More than once I wish the former – always, always answers bummer,
All because I scorned that moan, advice for it was loaned
Away from the one whom it was owned.
Seeping, seething, for some reason, creeping,
I followed behind the one who chills my bones.
I tripped and yelped when that trash can fell,
And the gorgon turned, turned to eye me with her stony spell
I gulped, I swallowed, I feared what would follow
Now that she has discovered I waited what would morrow.
”Just a second, let me beckon,” she said, her words had me clenching,
“I do reckon that you saw something pelting;
Something that should forever remain untold.”
Radiant was her face, but eyes subdued whatever they behold.
Her words hit like a heavy mace, “You are without case,” she states,
“And you will follow me to any place, doing what you’re told.”
“And if I feel I shan’t be sold?” I told, weak in knees, not sure how I’d hold,
“To bend as the leaves, I have not been known.”
“Then you would have to suffer if you ever are so bold.”
It was then that I felt my blood run cold.
From her contents came a gleam, in her hand she pulled a seam,
Showed a sliver –A sliver of glaring, glistening silver.
I gasped in horror, I saw what she delivers,
As it could send me Lucifer, with nothing but a beam.
“You will heed my very call, little boy,” she came with a swagger,
“All I want is you to be my toy, that’s all that would matter.”
She grinned a grin that made me fold.
I was not some little cutie, I was a man that near twenty and never thought
To have an encounter that would lead my loss of innocence forever.
A devil in disguise, that woman was, forces me to remember
All that I have done in exchange for just another breath.
I was on the market, and that single beauty’s target
The only other bidder happened to be good old Grim Reaper.
I was paid by a silver pistol, as a slave, I was sold.
