My Deal With Death

"A soul for a soul,
If you want to save him
You must sell me your soul
And be my servant,"

Death speaks to me.
"I'll do it."
As my lovers head shakes with ferocity
Death holds out a hand, revealing his devilish grin

My hand reaches out
As a tear decends off my cheek
"I love you, forever and always."
"Please. Don't." He croaks

Another tear falls
"I'm sorry,"
I touch Death's hand
And vanish into thin air.

In the shadows
Of my old home
Where we stand, cloaked
Hidden away from society

I look in my window
My husband thought it a dream
He goes to our bed
To see a silent, lifeless, me.

He wails to have me back
I long to be with him, but know I can't
I've made a Deal with Death
To keep him intact

I touch my hand to the window
But a scythe blocks my passage
"Ah ah. None of that my sweet.
Can't reveal yourself at all."

I let out a cry
As we go into the depths of the night
I truly wish I didn't have to have
My Deal with Death