Bad Deal

A wondrous little knife,

With a bewildering little blade.

It rests in my palms as I try

To stay awake.

Since I cannot sleep, since

I know I’m not alone.

Little knife in my hand

Shall protect my bartered soul.

A deal is a deal? Can’t nearly fulfill.

I never should have rolled

The damn dice; I’m not thrilled.

I must stay wide awake, in the

Dark corner of the room.

With great hope this dagger

Will defend… I assume.