~the Exchange~ Poem by E Nigma

You must be more than willing
To walk this jaded line
Steps between death and living
Divine

Defined
Throughout all our history
The mystery lies in design
The hidden hand is what's behind

A task to ask for ill misfortune
You listened to the seeker guide
A simple act until the torsion
Decides

Devised
The listener is treading lightly
A foreign exchange has been contrived
For one to take there must be given



-Death demands you feed it life-