The Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl (My Poetry Collection)

Shadow Promise: Price Of A Lover's Life (Short Story)

~ Shadow Promise: Price Of A Lover's Life ~ (Short Story)

A silver voice beckons unto me through the crisp night air, My baby feet run, Making tracks in the virgin snow, I stumble and fall, I pant and wheeze, My palms perspire, Paralyzing my heart with desire, So I answer:

"Tell me who thee is, That so hastily beckons unto me? Why are thee hiding? What do thee want?"

The trees around stand still and proud, Never whispering a warning, Snickering branches all mock my fear, For the life in me had erupted when his voice came loud and clear.

"It is I my Pet, Does thy soul not recall? Twas' a deal we have made, On yesteryear's fall.

"For now here I stand awaiting my reward, For the life I had saved, In which you once disdainfully have mourned."

As my pulse quickened, And heart drummed defeat, I found my frail voice, Toppled over to my feet.

As I scrambled to stand, And address this young man, His face astounded me, For it was not at all bland.

"Sir I do not follow, Nor remember there being a fee, If it is my heart you want then I apologize, But I can not give it to thee."

His face became aggressive, His voice still wet with charm, When he cooed the next words, I was mildly alarmed.

"Oh my Pet, How dense do thee think I be? For it is my slick wit after-all, That has once saved your bequeathed."

"I am sorry my good sir, But he is my true beloved, Which is why you see, My heart couldn't possibly be coveted."

It was then the charming man's voice began to flutter, Showing me some sympathy, Melting me like butter.

"Well you see my Sweet, There is a price to pay, It is a hefty one indeed, So I can not turn away.

"Unless of course there is something thee could trade, For it is the life of your beloved I had gracefully saved, So forgive me when I say this, But your debt must be paid, An innocent soul I seek, So tell me whose can you trade?"

My heart was trapped, And my soul be damned, I would lay down my life for my Love, And do as much as I possibly can.

When my heart began to plunge, Andy my hope began to falter, My quivering hand was placed in his as an eternal offer.

You see, I promised this Soul Collector, That I would be his wife, If only he would spare my beautiful Sailor's life.

And for that he has faithfully followed through, And as he has reminded me my debt payment is due, So tonight as he takes my hand, And his lips claim my soul, I can not bring my self to weep, Even knowing I am his forever more.