The Price of a Single Soul

Although by no means
perfect ..
She waved a mean
chalice
on the dark side of the
chancel ..
And despite it being so
tarnished ..
Her heart on her sleeve
beneath a
breastplate of feathers ..
Yes, the witch
she gave us seven moons
but only a single
seed with which to play ..
Just how many
hurts, are you prepared
to share tho’
she asked, if I should let
you have
your way with me today ..
A single fuck
is all I ask, by way of trade
for that soul
of yours kind sir, seems
like a fair
and fine, exchange to me ..