Mephistopheles' Bet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem based off of the story of Faust. If you know it, hopefully you can understand this poem more! The point of view is from Mephistopheles. Cause he's awesome.
Also I have an alternate ending, because I'm not sure if near the end of part one if they ever did specify the child's gender. Too lazy to read it again. But if it's not ACTUALLY her son, then there is an alt ending. :p

You shall suffer from this bet we've made,
Don't resist me, your will shall fade.
Today's the day your dreams I swallow,
Tomorrow's the day your soul shall follow.
A reversal of time; a younger age,
You belong to me, step inside this cage.
Temptation replaces the emptiness,
You glance upon a beautiful mistress.
Her heart you steal, and your soul I take,
I win this bet with every move I make.
The blood shall spill; mother, brother, and son.
A two for one special in this game I've won.

Alt ending:

The blood shall spill; mother, brother, and child.
In this game of cards I've drawn the wild.

Edit: I rewrote this poem, but I will not delete the original in case anyone likes it more. So here is the new version:

Mephistopheles

God believes you are the best of mankind.

I believe I can turn you in a week.

I’m sure if you think you soon will find

Earth belongs to me and not the meek.

You will suffer from this bet we've made,

For today's the day your dreams I swallow,

Don't resist me, soon your will shall fade

As tomorrow's the day your soul will follow.

Now we leave to drink the witch’s brew

And watch a scene unfold before my eyes:

A reversal of time; a younger you,

So far you have fallen for all my lies.

Excited and hollow from this new age

But temptation replaces the emptiness,

You belong to me, step inside this cage.

As you fawn upon alovely mistress.

Her heart you steal, and your soul I take.

The blood will spill; mother, brother, and son.

I win this bet with every move I make.

A two for one special in this game I've won.

Alt ending:

Her heart you steal, and your soul I take.

The blood shall spill; mother, brother, and child.

I win this bet with every move I make.

In this game of cards I've drawn the wild.

I felt as though this newer version of it makes more sense and doesn't jump the story so much.


Submitted: March 24, 2012

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Maij

I should have come here first if I wanted to win that dollar huh? This is a great poem/ riddle. It flows so nicely in its dark mystery and theme of inevitable misery. You did a fantastic job in re-creating this classic chain of forlorn events. I love this :)

Sun, April 1st, 2012 12:00am

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Thanks Maij! :D Yeah, you should have looked here first. That dollar could have got you a drink, or maybe even a Whopper Jr. :p Glad you liked it. :D

Wed, April 4th, 2012 5:24pm

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