The Witch’s Token

There I was in the mist of the night. Everything still not a sound not a fright. Little Al me holding on to the edge so tight. The moon the only thing in site. It came down to let me know I’d be alright. Shivers down my spine, I wake up its a quarter to nine. Who is that knocking at my door, could that be a sign? I take a sip of my glass of wine,  could it be the devil next in line. I grab my cards and my crystals slowly walking to the door. Could this mean war.  It creeks open could it be the dark prince who comes with a token. He speaks “sit down I have a story, you help me it’s a bit gory”. The cards fly around the room back to my hand I am now in tuned. Oh crystal ball, crystal ball who knows it all I ask  for is your call. The room gets cold, the demons they crawl and the spirituals they fall. Now tell me your story details and all. Fire in his eyes, bone-chilling he slips out of his disguise. He spoke “a women who tried to play fate. She went on a date to make a deal. A deal that would be sealed.” I’m intreaged a deal with the devil what could be the next level. “Just listen she was a rebel. She looked me in my eyes she took of her disguise. Lilith, could be after all these centuries. She spoke to me about the keys saying she could stand hand and hand with me. I used my wings stabbing her deep in the heart.  A soulless women I have no offer, I have to part. She lay there covered in blood I close my eyes and realize she came with nothing but love. Now I am here to undo what’s been done. I need a summoning before sun.” I call to her bring forthwith Lilith bring her thou. She sinks into my body whispers in my ear your body is mine now.