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A Debt to Pay
Jenny, Age 15, Toronto, ON

There are things on the moor, which lurk by your door, And sit on your window sill;
Occasionally seem to make you dream, they leave you very ill.

They always know when times are low, and you know not where to begin;
And there they wait, anticipate, for you to let them in.

One desperate night, in an awful fright, I slowly unchained my door;
I had no choice, for the urging voice, It offered me so much more.

I called his name, And so he came, He cast my grief away;
I walked his path, But the aftermath, Was much to my dismay.

For swift and kind, to help me find, a way to end my pain;
He gave me all, and stopped my fall, but took me under again.

He left a while, with a sinister smile, and not a single track;
But first he said, to my awful dread, that he would soon be back.

Thus not a peep, did I sleep, When a calling from the moor;
And a thundering boom, that sealed my doom, came knocking at my door.

For there was a time, a committed crime, that needed immediate aid;
And he did not forget, about the debt, which still remained unpaid.

And late that night, by the candle light, the wind from the heavy seas
Came howling in, with a menacing grin, and brought me to my knees.

Only he can make you see, and feel things you’ve never felt;
He will appear, to end your fear, and make your sorrows melt.

But believe him not, for within the plot, There lays a hidden desire;
He will take it all, and make you crawl, and lead you into the fire.

For I let him lead, He helped indeed, I gave him every control;
But I never thought, that what he sought, Was in fact my very soul.

Now a figure vague, Akin to a plague, I wander this world alone;
For he gave me all, and took it all, and left but skin and bone.

My eyes are dark, and there lies a mark, on my skin that once was fair;
When you ask me why, I say with a cry, the devil left it there.

There are things on the moor, which lurk by your door, And sit on your window sill;
Occasionally seem, to make you dream, they leave you very ill.

They always know, when times are low, and you know not where to begin;
And there they wait, Anticipate, for you to let them in.

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