Davvy Jones

"Through all the waters of the sea,

Why have you chosen to make a deal with me?"

His gaze held, sharp like a knife,

Keeping the rouge locked in at the task of his life;

How he would deal with 'the man,'

And what exactly was his demand?

The rouge sat, comfortable across the long table,

legs crossed, leaned over and stable.

He whispered roughly in a voice that could haunt,

"Because you're the only thing that can give me what I want."

The words shook him to the core,

The rouge didn't know what he was in for.

The man grinned an eerie smile,

"Then how would you like to stay with me for a while?"

The rouges eyes widened in disbelief,

A grit running across his rotted teeth,

Insults ran through his mind like locus,

Before he realized who he was talking to, and regained focus.

"There is nothing more that I wish to see,

than that witch to be bound for all eternity.

Heart broken with lovers scorn,

Is why I need you to settle my score."

The man cocked his head slightly.

His powers being all mighty, 

but a mortals determination,

might overpower his tortorous damnation. 

Despite his warning, his calling card,

The rouges demand remained bizarre.

"You think you have it all figured out Mr. Jones,

but theres one thing you refuse to know,

your mortal soul will be trapped below,

and no one can help your body in the undertoe."

The rouge leaned back with fire in his eyes,

No immortal could realize why,

He would threten his own life just to see his lovers demise. 

"Isn't it obvious to see,

I'm doing this for me;

I feel I have lived life enough,

To fade away and give it up."

The man glazed his hand across the rouges face,

causing his mortal traits to erase.

He contorted and writhed,

facing his painful demise.

His new body formed under the seams,

and he finally became one with the sea.

The man rose, done with his work,

and offered the rouge one final smirk.

The womans screams could be heard from above,

and the rouge knew exactly what had been done. 

The man disspeared but his words trembled;

"You must know what you're asking for,

before you accept a foul scorn from humankind and all you adore,

and may I add just once more;

understand what you're getting into in some level,

before you come and make a deal with the devil."