Written in Red

Pale hands left weakened,
The cold shiver saw no end,
Trembling fingers over the quill
Loosened grip trying to stay still,
It was daily routine,
Words ending in silent scream.
Quill kept on writing,
Pain went on increasing.
Blurred eyes couldn't bear light,
flickering shadows of fright.
Lines went on incomplete,
Battle with cursed quill ending in defeat.
Wasn't long before burdend with expectation,
Giving up life seemed only solution
Leaving body hanging on neck,
Hopping death would mark the check
A vision in closed eyes,
Gave a chance full of lies,
Sanity in senses was regained,
Paper with quill dipped in red.
"Ask what you need,
It shall get heed,
Remember there is a price,
What is given, shall be taken thrice."
Soul was taken over by greed,
Wishing for more than the need.
Amassed wealth,
Family with good health,
Lust drooling eyes,
Blind to pain and nearing cries,
With each wish being fulfiled,
enormous power to feed.
Forgotten long about agreement,
It was quill's turn for return payment.
It was the red ink
Failing to understand the link.
It was now too late,
It's been long addicted.
To lust,power and its gain.
Memory had forgotten about the pain.
Realizing ink was blood,
Flowing out in stealth flood.
Final wish was of life,
"What is given,shall be taken in thrice"
Mind constantly thinking of price.
And so struck with horror,
Death was much slower.
In love seemed death,
Claiming everyone in stealth.
Knowing it wasn't for long,
Wrote down the final song.
Ink started to fade,
Remember the payment it said.
Pain's excruciating tip.,
Death's cold grip.
Trembling fingers holding the quill
Soaked in blood waiting for the kill.
The blood slowly dried,
Paper too was wiped.
Greed had its victim,
It was never simple as it seem.
Soul was carried away,
Quill was gone in greed's way