She walked with grace, her beauty rare,
But feared the touch of time and care.
One night beneath a silver tree,
She called, “Oh Devil, come to me.”

He came with fire and smiled wide:
“Your youth forever—just your pride.”
She signed in blood, her face stayed fair,
While all around grew old with care.

But beauty warped with passing years,
Her smile stretched long, her eyes brought fears.
She screamed, betrayed, but he was gone—
A ghoulish grin was all she’d won.