A Poetry Collection

Untitled

I made a bet with the devil,

One which I couldn't win.

I tried to compromise a settle,

But that didn't please his grim.

Submitting to defeat, I kneeled,

Then looked up to his eyes;

Hoping for mercy, but none was supplied.

Instead, I found my own face, in disguise.

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I'm not sure if I like this one... Mostly because I interpret it in different ways, and I can't choose one perspective. For that reason, I left it untitled.

But who knows? Maybe it's part of that magic!