𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

There was once a girl without a care, who challenged Death to die. Head held high, and daring him, to give his hand a try.

And in her thoughts she held her self, above the weeping wake, death spoke to her —he cried that he should bleed us how we make.

She tossed him back with whiskey, —said he should give as he should take, much to Death's displeasure, who failed to feel the fading ache.

So she drank with death, all night long, to see how it should please him. Yet still as the morning dawned Death toyed and said he hoped she'd never leave him.

So he took her for himself, and dragged her screaming from the breathing, pulled her back into his hellish land where she dared to not displease him.

A deal with Death fated her to never live a life, for her foolishness had damned her soul to know a never ending strife.