There once lived a fair maiden,
skin white as snow,
for ivory was too filthy for her.
Her hair was dark as night,
for other colors were not pure enough,
especially not enough for her.
Suitors came from far and wide,
but oh, they came for naught,
as none of them could suit her needs,
could not ever be enough.
So one day she begged and pled,
to anyone who would hear her call,
for finally someone who would be hers,
and likewise once and for all.
Before she knew it,
someone did respond,
red tail wrapped around her soul,
dragged her down to hell forever,
to be his and his alone,
he smirked and accepted her offer,
bond sealed by vocal contract made,
then welcomed her to his humble abode,
surrounded by rock, and firey flame.
It was now she wept,
trying to take back what was said,
but it was far too late for her,
as they were already wed.
The poor maiden was slave to her pride,
now slave to a demon much worse,
her pitiful woes that were not to complain of,
though now of course, too late, she knows.