Faustian Fame

[Tetsanosuke]

There once was a man who wanted fame
So he vied for the riches in a Faustian game
Put up for grabs was his talent for prose
His time allotted was the life of a crystal rose

Ahead of him his tasks were clear
To write nothing more for an entire year
And for a day after he would blame
His tireless efforts on the devil's name

His ideas were asked to stay at bay
For any poetic thunder would sunder,
All chance at winning the day
This game he had willingly fallen under

Should he fail to keep away the pen,
And write away on his love, tears and woes
Twenty years of his life would be spent
At the whim of the Shining Star's throne

No man of ink or cloth could perceive
The torture resting within his soul,
As every kiss, and strike of pain-
Engendered words of beauty bold

Upon the day his task was met
The flower crumbling to his feet,
All the words in the world
Couldn't hope to meet-

His thirst for expression of a written kind
As grapes fell short from their solemn vine,
His fame was short lived with his words lost,
He did not foresee his winnings would be the cost.

((Edits made))