Disguise

The honeycomb where i received her honey from was the devil in disguise.
and when i foolishly basked in her ambience, it told me your soul now belongs me, Marc, Wood, and Chise!
Sudden fear gripped me and Father said to never to be afraid of that concept.
the honeycomb, the devil gave me honey for my soul,
and in two and half decades, haven't gotten it back yet...

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive