What would you do if the devil came calling?
Would you let the cracked door be invitation enough – or would you be brave enough ask him in?
Would you greet him on your knees?
Knowing he holds the promise of both, would you offer him your salvation or your damnation? Would you confess the sins you plan to commit in his name? Would you admit you’d already offered yourself to him in increasingly prophetic and addictive dreams?
Would you bargain with him? A kiss for immortality. Would you ask him to brand you in bites and bruises?
Would you test yourself against his will?
What instrument would you be, what song you play for him? Would you tune yourself to his expert fingers?
How would you beg? With brazon desire or respectful silence and pleading eyes?
Would you make a prayer of yourself? Would you promise yourself in pieces, or beg to be consumed all at once?
Would you consider the cost?
Would you?