Description:
A caustictionary tale of hopes, dreams, and sorcery.
Centred around an unnoteworthy narrator's chance encounter with a ominous, almost mythological, figure while in a quasi-fugue state; and them spending the night together - in a selling one's soul type of deal gone awry.
Written a couple of months ago, abandoned at last. 

An Exorcise In Magentic Blue

For Nazaninka

Out for groceries on this Friday night
Bumped into an old friend
Somewhere along the way
A dour type of fella
I vaguely knew as Talis K

It's decided: put him in a cup
And the ex in exorcise
He grabbed me by the throat
As I led her up the stakes
I wasn't cold, I wore his coat

Took the night off, as if to think
Instead half-bottled peaty drink
Took the time, avoiding bed
Trading night's pain o' heart
For the morrow's achy head

The night now dark
My room still bright
Ol' Tali's a ten, I took his bait
As are you, add a quarter century
Half a lifetime, worth the wait

A conclusion yet unseen
A happy one, and more happy than
Since this Tali's had his birth
This working out, it should
Leaving a happiest me on earth

All that said, here's what is left:
Fear and doubt far and gone
From this side a mine
Thus I ask what you now hold
In these cards of thine?

So far as I'm concerned
I'm still yours, and you're still mine
So we said, still rings true
Yet I float in one peculiar place
A place I call Magentic Blue