The trap on the ground,
a shotgun with salt rounds.

Holy water in hand,
ready to take a stand.

The protection needed,
just in case.

The box is buried,
with everything it needs.

Graveyard dirt.
Black cat bone.
Your photo.

There was no turning back now.

Now to wait.

All of a sudden there’s a BAM,
now stands before you, a tall man.

With a blink his eyes turn red
you’re whole body feels like lead.

But a sacrifice must be made,
in order for your mother to be saved.

You discussed the deal,
and with a final kiss,
it was sealed.

The deal was done.
So you had to run.

For in ten years more,
Death will come knocking on your door.