The Devil rolls some teeth like dice,
Says your bones are for the gamble —
Wants to know your wager price,
And if the payout you can handle:
He’ll use your ribs for a picket gate,
Ligaments to string a violin’s regret,
Skin to stretch the truth from here to fate,
Back against the wall to make you sweat.
With poison on his breath, he’ll use your arm
For scraps to guard the midnight rail
Up to your neck in wicked charm
Spit him out on his own black trail.
The Devil chokes on your gift of slow bleed
Round up your win, delight in his screams.
qbit offered a Dark Sonnet in Jilly’s July Challenge, and this is what I came up with. When I saw his challenge link over at Jilly’s, I was all, ‘Ooo, dark is my jam. I can do this’. Then I read his first half and was pretty sure I couldn’t. I can only hope I did justice to what was an amazing start to this dark sonnet.
Collaboration: J. Randall Brett / L. Burton