A whisper on the air
A call from within
Infinite riches if only I made a small sacrifice
I didn't know what to expect when I burnt that bloodstained one-hundred dollar bill
it was late at night, I had been alone for weeks, traveling towards a dreamland with just my noble steed Melvin by my side.
Feeling desperate, I opened a thick letter from a rich great-uncle, who had passed away shortly before writing it.
Among his many possessions, I had somehow ended up with this sealed package, with handwriting noting to open it:
"whenever you are truly alone and need someone like you by your side, for guidance and support in all matters"
Within the paper confines torn apart by my shivering hands, a few items slipped out
First, a tiny matchbox with two matches
Second, a dirty red pen knife
Third, a one-hundred dollar bill
And lastly, a note with a set of instructions on how to "deal with loneliness" via creating some sort of demon
I looked around. In the desert I was camping in, there wasn't a soul for miles. Melvin was sound asleep and even then he was just an donkey.
I wanted to feel something besides homesickness and isolation.
So I followed the directions. All it took was a drop of blood, and the willingness to set the bloody cash ablaze whist looking into my reflection
What happened next, I couldn't believe.....the most handsome sight, appeared before my very eyes....
