Lucifer smiles for he knows my weakness.
His lips part to a rotting blackness that once held fangs.
The scars upon my flesh prove my cowardice.
For since time began it has been his favorite prey.
As he extends his dark and damaged finger. I'm drawn closer to his cold altar.
I present my bloody scarred soul for payment but suddenly my power is renewed.
A realization of dismay cuts his face, as his gaze slices thru my soul.
I turn to view the brightness and kindness of my soulmate.
Her fearlessness is maddening to him, he freezes with doubt.
Without a word he understands that his minor prize is forfeited.
For claim of my essence has been her's long before he drew his primordial breath.
-Johnny V.
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