A wondrous little knife,
With a bewildering little blade.
It rests in my palms as I try
To stay awake.
Since I cannot sleep, since
I know I’m not alone.
Little knife in my hand
Shall protect my bartered soul.
A deal is a deal? Can’t nearly fulfill.
I never should have rolled
The damn dice; I’m not thrilled.
I must stay wide awake, in the
Dark corner of the room.
With great hope this dagger
Will defend… I assume.