The Silver Tongue And The Silver Pen

I sold so much for this pen
 With its gorgeous steel
Its sleek movements
And its smooth feel
This pen was worth my soul
It was worth an audience with the buyer
The serpent that said “an apple a day keeps the good lord away”
The king of the fire
Both of us knew we had skills to match the tool
Each owner of this pen thought the other never had a chance
He can make sinners move
But me
 I can make the nib dance
The silver tongue left me with the silver pen
And I covered the canvas in black paint
Half the time I wrote for sinners
Half the time I wrote for saints
I sat on a paper throne
In a kingdom of written respect
Until he returned wearing a clean silver suit
Come to collect
He said “your throne is about to burn
But before you pay the price for your pen of steel
Why don't we have a little chat
And renegotiate the deal”
He said “I like your words kid
They move well on the white stage
So you can keep your soul on one condition
You put it on the page”

So yeah
That is the story of how I got my pen
I really hope you enjoyed the tale told
Now if only I was just as good at painting
I might be able to get a brush made of gold