Thwarted Temptations; Elegant Misery

A demon came, and against his shadow, pressed, I basked in blindness
My heart, he closely observed,
and noticing its weight, thought to offer me a kindness
He asked of me to sell my soul
In exchange, no more would my sorrows be
His promise was of lighter a heart, a swifter step, and sadness left behind me
I told him this, in quick retort, for I am no ordinary fool:
Although I may carry a burden
superfluous, indeed
I am a poet, sir,
and thus,
in this forever,
a heavy heart will I need