“Look into my eyes,” she said, “and tell me what you see.”
I looked into those deep blue pools, and what I saw was me.
“Speak to me my child,” she said, “and ask me what you will.”
I asked of her to tell me true, and waited there until.

“Pay the price to know,” she said, “and I will tell you all.”
I looked at her and fin’lly said, “I’ll pay though I must fall.”
“The truth you seek to know,” she said, “is more than you can stand.”
I went to her and smiled anew, while reaching for her hand.

“This is what you seek,” she said, “this and nothing more.”
The look I saw within her eyes backed me t’wards the door.
“Now you know the truth,” she said, “the truth of all I know”
It came to me within the night, a raging river’s flow.

“Now it’s time to pay,” she said, “Pay me for this gift.”
I looked around for some way out, found nothing but the rift.
“Do not be sad,” she said, “you’ve played your mortal role.”
I looked into those eyes again, and knew I’d lost my soul.

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