The demon stood
And looked her down
“What do you have,
To trade with me
This fine day?”

His throne of bones
Was crumbling away
His mountain of riches
Tarnished and cold
And he was alone

The girl bowed down
“I’ve no wealth at all
And a soul not to speak of
My hearts gone rusty
And my body’s not much”

The demon sat
And listed to her plea
”Then what do you have?
Have you anything at all?
For long have I been alone.”

“I haven’t much
This I know but
I have just one thing
To offer, the only thing,
That I have left.”

“My prayer.”