The Choice

Appearing as though cheated
With its tattered cloak covering bone
Offering  asylum
Or the power to the throne

As all deals struck a contract signed
The power from its will
Now given to the mortal one
And used to hunt and kill

In doing so the scroll drips black
The ink that never sets
For death has played it's  deceitful part
The immortal shall regret

 His power fades and crumbles
Beneath deaths own embrace
Appearing as though cheated
Death explains face to face

I offered you asylum
But  power is what you chose
In your greed you signed your life
Death is what You owe