Sharing a Breath of Life

I smell the fruit
of the persimmon tree
and a haunting begins
as shivers run free

of the road ahead
and one laying behind
I sweep them all up
and out of my mind

as a shadow appears
and is far past the veil
his robes swung out
like wind in a sail

in his eyes is an evil
that glitters the dark
the cut of his mouth
like the score of a mark

his hair of serpents
reach out in glee
and it was then I held
my soul close to me

his reason for coming
was that I had sold,
my soul for a life
that no air does hold

but I found out, that
sometimes god forgives,
in my sacrifice was found
the very reason I live

someone had perished
so I could breathe air,
but what I would give now
if we could have just shared