Desire is the root of all grief and sorrow in this world was all what he prattled.
This enlightened mendicant blathered of desire that left me a bit rattled.
I shrugged it off like mud from soiled greaves in rain without remorse.
For one’s life is unwhole without desire or joy and with such bland discourse.
I pondered again about desire as I walked home at night.
Twas when before my eyes, a flash occurred blinding me of my sight.
What I gazed upon before me for a moment rendered my mind and body catatonic.
It was the Devil himself in the robes of a monk with an aura so dark and inharmonic.
He spoke to me addressing himself as The Dealmaker with a voice of Thunder.
His speech alone was enough to make an army mute and their senses asunder.
He handed over a document to me saying that Life is nothing without a desire unheeded.
He spoke of the mirth of life and living concluding that he was the one that I now needed.
He said he can make my desires and dreams come true, a quote that got me delighted.
Although there is a price for everything in this world, his demand was my soul alighted.
I was stunned on hearing his demand for he had asked for the very vitality of my life.