Balor's Bargain

At the crossroads,
Like Robert Johnson,
My delta blues,
Ad the devil at my back,
Balor grasping at my heart,
Though I resist,
You will not win, as I blush at the thought,
Of your demise.

Such a spectacle,
This must be,
For those of you on the outside,
Looking in,
See the monkey type,
Reveal his soul,
With insight and clarity,
If you’ll see it.

At the crossroads,
My soul is not for sale,
No Bargain like Johnson’s,
Except for the right price,
And I assure you,
None can afford it.

Pangs of guilt,
As I plead,
For a saffron moon,
The one that lit the way,
To my deliverance,
All those years ago.

SDM