A pact I struck with devils unseen.
Spiraling towers of amber ash
laughing with the tooth of agate
and the ebony horn.
It is false,
a lie unto the cloudy stars
with a tongue of heavy brass.
Shudders of pitch and a sigh of tar
drip heavy from my mouth
as I barter soul for serenity.
And all I did was for you.
And it burned you to ash.