The Devil, The Millionaire
Cash will come, at a fee.
The Devil, The Millionaire
For his money, she sold her soul,
A beauty trapped in a devil’s control.
His touch was wrapped in lies and gold,
A heartless deal in a grip so cold.
She wanted wealth, the glitter, the shine,
But lost herself to a contract divine.
Each note, a chain, each bill, a sin,
Her freedom lost, the devil’s grin.
Too late she saw the price she paid,
A life of shadows, her light betrayed.
For in his wealth, her spirit lay bare,
A hollow shell, a love unfair.
one dark night, she broke the thread,
Fought the whispers inside her head.
The devil roared, his world shook,
Yet from his grasp, her soul she took.
No gold could bind, no pact could hold,
Her heart reclaimed, her spirit bold.
She walked away, through fire and fear,
A lesson learned, her path made clear.
For love can’t be bought, nor freedom sold,
It lives in the heart, not silver or gold.
be aware of a millionaire, he could be a devil
A wicket man, for money, you will be his Prisoner.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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In a way this is something to think about for some. Good job.
BEAUTIFUL