The Choice by Dan Dillard
I stared into the abyss and saw its teeth, I could not miss.
There was no way I could’ve failed, for if I’d jumped, I’d been impaled.
The wicked lord of all ‘twas dark, looked back at me and smiled—remarked,
“Give in to me, give unto me, you make a deal, you make a pact.
I will fulfill, I will conceal, but in the end, I will come back.
Knee deep in wealth. Without a care. In perfect health, talent to spare.
Then, we’ll be one, your soul and I. It’s all it costs, your soul to buy,
whatever goal your heart desires, ignore the screams, ignore the fires.”
I gave it thought, my faith did quake, a worthy case the snake did make.
There was a peace in his deep voice, I had a choice, I had a choice.
I stared into the flaming seas of endless possibilities.
And now this secret, I have kept, a hell inside, I’ve rarely slept.
I must confess, that day, I leapt.