(John sits on his couch writing poetry on his laptop)

John:

I sit upon my throne in chamber

Thinking thoughts, ah, so macabre

Wrapped in walls of shadows black

And ever gleaming white

Instruments of furious power

And masks of anger and driving fright

Concluding my philosophies

And longing thoughts of love

Warring minds of wearing days

Now as peaceful as the dove

But restful thoughts are quickly lost

When turning to some matters new

Of what to do in times come soon

With my last step under this old moon

What comes next?

Which doors spring wide?

Are angels waiting, wrapped in clouds?

Or do devils chauffer my ultimate ride?

These questions drive within my brain

Becoming fast my greatest bane

Oh! spirits why must you tease me so

And hide behind your metaphors

Tell me straight what gifts you keep

And torment me no more in faith so deep

(A mist swirls through the room)

What is this cloud shaped from my smoke?

That lingers, lunges and terrifies

My heart is jumping fast and strong

What propels your erratic dives?

So many questions of deep explaining needed

Is your brain not drug impeded?

Are you lost in Insane plots?

Insomnia is hard to thwart

Am I not imagination?

Or is it a fever that you have caught?

I'm sane and well so don't insult

And tell me what your purpose is

Are you a ghost or something else?

Am I right or is this a miss?

You're wrong and what's more it's worse

For insults too incur my curse

But questions need their answers

Or questions they would not be

So which is more important?

Should I answer A or B?

Can you not answer both good mist?

Another question for your list.

Then call this next a strict instruction

And answer all without a pause

Can you do this now for me

Or is there still a hidden clause?

No sly tricks I promise you

For rogue or cheat I'm not

A contract though is still to sign

So of this smoke I must get shot

And leave this vague and formal stance

To gain the legs to strut and dance

To gain the eyes to light the shade

And the mind to make the deal made

Please use my higher chamber

I await with baited eyes

To find what shape you'll take

What looks, what face, what size?

Still your questions weigh me down

In replies I'm sure to drown

So now if you'll excuse my leave

I’ll gain a face that's free to breathe

(The mist leaves and heads up stairs. Shortly after that, I man walks down dressed well in a red suit and tie. He takes a seat)

So much better you must agree

For me to look the handsome gent

Now to show you everything

And end torment

I'll have to ask for your written name

And progress can be made from there

So sign upon the dotted line

And all I ask is that fair is fair

(A document is produced and presented from within the gentleman's jacket)

Hold your tongue and wait a breath

I do not even know your name

What contract is presented here

What's your trade and what's your game?

Sign over what for whichever?

How can I trust a perfect stranger?

My mind is torn by rich excitement

Tempted by exquisite danger

Call me Meph like a new best friend

For here is my pen that's yours not for lend

For keeps is this and with your initials

As long as you sign and not give me dismissal

I have appeared before to many other men

And so many will recommend me

Services have been done with speed and care

Jot your name and you will see

I'll show you all your realised dreams

And give you riches that are seldom seen

Women, jewels and all you want

I'll bestow on you all that I flaunt

So name your price and I'll name mine

You go first for I need time

Very well this is my clause

To live and learn with you and yours

To find the meaning of your life

On these holy mortal shores

And in return you've heard my favours

In return you'll then come with me

And aid me in my painful toils

In struggles for eternity

So what say you to my proposals?

All you want and then for me

I'll have your services for time

But before your dreams will be.

I'll see for a while what I long for

But after that I'll sing no more?

A lifetime of wonder would tempt the strongest man

But eternity at the devil's hand?

Girls and gold will come and go

If life were all pleasure it would soon grow slow

And dull with nothing but excite

So no more with this false delight

For life is full of riches still

Without Satan's chequered quill

Do you decline?

I'm afraid I do

Then good day fine sir

And Screweth you!

(Exeunt Meph)