One time, so many years ago,
I bartered my immortal soul
To gain that which I didn’t know
And what left me only human
I called on Mephistopheles
To wait on me, as I should please
Until he should my soul to seize
And carry me off to Hell
With a pact of my own blood
I gave him what I thought I should
But never fully understood
The cost ‘til it was too late
For books and knowledge, childish pranks,
For wealth of knowledge, I gave no thanks
I only have a youngling’s angst
For that which I bartered away
Learn from me this, if nothing else
Never to shortchange yourself
For an immortal soul to sell
Is a hefty price to bargain