SOUL

Give me your soul,
See how your fame will grow,
On pedestals, you will be placed,
Exalted will you be.
Let me make you,
I promise not to break you-
Yet, until I am done with you.
Take my hands, trust me
In the dark, you will see;
In the light, you will be blind.

Dear Child, I love you,
Do not sell your soul
Lest it be given to a ghoul
For of what profit is it
To gain the whole world
And lose your soul?
Come to me, oh you
That is heavy laden,
My Yoke is light,
It is light as a feather.

©Iyere O. Perpetual
15th February, 2023