All I wanted was to strum it like a pro 
My six string warrior and I could only go so
Far, I made the lonesome walk to the crossroads
My six string in one hand, a spade and a box with a lock of hair in the other
I dug a shallow grave for the box and buried it in cool soil at the crossroads
Immediately after standing up and dusting my hands he appeared,
A tall handsome stranger, black T-shirt holy jeans and boots, tussled hair
Muscular, He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, 
His black eyes held a flicker of amusement, but I saw my dreams there
He ran a hand through his hair and asked, 
Well, pretty girl, Little Robin, what can I do for you?
I answered, calm and collected, "Make my dreams come true, 
Help my name go up in lights"
He sighed and smiled, "I suppose for you I can do that,
but rules first."
"Rules?"  I asked slightly intrigued
"Rules, You have ten years to be famous, and I will then come with my dogs To collect your soul" I thought for a moment, ten years is a long time..
"Deal" He took a leisurely step toward me "Not yet,"
He then kissed me, and I instantly wanted more of a kiss like that, though I knew he was a demon. Why not, I'm going to hell anyways.
He laughed and pulled away, "I like your restless abandon for yourself, shame I can't keep you for myself." And then he was gone.
Not a trace left of him behind.
That was back when I thought it was a good idea
Now, cowering in a circle of salt, I find that my soul was not worth ten years
Of fame and fortune, I never loved because I was selfish and now..
I see them snapping at me, I feel their reeking breath, 
I know I will have to break this line soon, 
Their razor sharp teeth will tear into my flesh and he will come
Smiling down on my twisted and torn body, while he draws my soul to him
That beautiful crossroads demon, who's furious hell hounds long for me
Will carry me into oblivion and I know none of it was worth it
I now push the salt line aside 
their snarling, I cant breathe
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