Conferring with the devil

Ace for ace and king for pawn
the deal is made, the pact is strong
I should, but haven't had the time
to think of all the years.

Drop by drop and piece by piece
the feeling slips, the feeling stirs
it slumbers, deep beneath his lips
too close to see, too far to touch.

At last I feel his final kiss,
where broken feathers never land
and through my newfound eyes I see
the world in black and white.