“Good afternoon,” the caller said and offered me his card
but sensing something ominous, I left him in the yard.
“I’ve come to introduce myself and offer you a chance
to enter in our lottery and win your way to freedom, see
you only have to nod your head and thus begins the dance.
Here are flowers for your pocket and a song to hold at bay
the terrors of a swollen tongue that oft gets in the way
of breathing.” And he chuckled then, besot with his own wit
and I could feel the chill of death in spite of paths sunlit
within the garden. What did he want? What was the game?
“It’s easy if you want to win,“ he coaxed in lowered tones.
“Remember that the stakes are high if you do choose the way
of cowards and consider goodness has a part to play.
In hedging bets there is no sin, I pray you take a walk
with happenstance this autumn day, else you’ll die alone.”
He sprinkled lavender and laughed while breezes cooled the sun.
“Are we feeling lucky yet? Will you be left the one?”
I knew then that I’d lost the day as soon as it began.
When first his knock came on the door, I’d had a chance
but now no more could I deny my fate. While talking with the devil
I had recognized him far too late and thus began the dance.
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Gargoyle photo by Emily Roesly/mensatic on morgueFiles