Auction of the Soul

[Guest Xradion]

Come one, come all

To the auction hall

Where your wildest

Dreams come true.

 

A prince for the princess

And a princess for the prince,

And since you’re so nice,

I’ll bless you twice,

And throw in some money, too.

 

But what is the price

For this life of vice?

A good question it is, indeed.

For I have need

Of but one deed

To see the transaction through.

 

Transaction, you ask?

‘Tis no big task,

Just sign right here

For day is near,

And I haven’t got all night.

 

" A curious action

It is indeed,"

Said the man

In the back

With the black

Hat.

 

"For there are no bids,

No competition,

And my intuition

Tells me something

Is amiss."

 

But the price is small

For this auction hall,

You won’t miss it at all

So go on, and call.

 

" Call what? Call what?"

 

Why, your bid, of course

It’s the same for all

Yet different too,

‘ Tis true.

 

For what I ask

Is for your soul,

Its loss a hole

In you will not leave.

 

For I weave the most

Wondrous of dreams,

Nay, for I am not Mab

Nor am I Morpheous,

I am the weaver of

Wondrous realities.

 

So name your price:

Fame, fortune, beauty,

Honor, pride, respect,

Heck, I’ll even through

In adoration and adulation

For free.

 

"For me? No thanks,

I’ll do fine on my own,

I have no need of thee,"

Said the man in black

As he turned back

Around to leave.

 

Oh, really? Well, yours

Is one of the highest

Bids I could receive,

And weave a wonderful

Reality for you I could,

And would.

 

And there are others here

Who do not fear

What I have to offer.

 

But know this: you

Will go through life

With much misery

And strife.

 

You may know you are right,

But your insight

Will be overlooked

In your time.

 

The man in black

Laughed as he

Stepped out the

Door, for he knew

He was right.

 

"This plight you have

Cast upon me,

I have dealt with before,

For this is the blight

Of all true artists.

 

I may write and write

And be right and righteous,

But people will see me

As wrong.

As I sing my sad song,

‘ Bout the poverty, misery,

And oppression you brought,

And the evil that men

Wrought; for I sought

Merely to open their

Eyes and nourish their

Soul.

 

So farewell, I take my leave

Of thee. For thou ar’t not

The devil, but the greed within

Me, and the others I see within

This auction hall.

 

And no more bids

Shall I take,

Nor transactions make,

If the end is not

Just and true."

 

And by and by

The lie

Disappeared.

For there was no

Hall at all.

 

It was merely

The greed,

It was merely

The need

Of those who could not

Break through

 

The chains;

And bring about change

‘Cause to conform

To their norm

And take their money

Won’t set the soul

Free.

 

 

 

 

 

Xradion,

The Horny Druid,

Scholar of the Ancient Arts,

Holder of the Eye of Odin,

 

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."

-Wallace Stevens

 

"When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion