She wished for death again and again.
She wanted it more than you could imagine.
Until one day Death himself showed up on her doorstep.
"Hello there. I don't think we've met," he states.
The longer they conversate, she starts to deny her fate.
"I'm not ready. I don't want to die," she'll cry.
"It's too late for that, my dear."
The tears will pool from her eyes.
"Well, surprise, surprise, another whose told a lie."
He knew she told the fib, but her soul was what she had bid.
It was the secret he hid.
Promises of death were too sweet for the girl to leave.
Her soul was the key for him to set her free.