A deal is a deal

Lucy Fair was having a bad day.
Stomach cramps, high fever.
No other choice but to call
Dr Faust, a despicable being
Always crying, lamenting
About the miserable conditions
And emplacement of the
Lodgings allocated to him.
So what if they were
Above a blacksmith's den,
Worse on Sun Days,
A reminder from Godè
A Being not always so subtle
In His ways.
Faust was summoned,
Bowed most elegantly.
''Have you an elexir,
My dear doctor'' she asked,
Trying to stay most polite.
''I might'' he replied,
""But the cost of making
Is always high,so, as you know,
Always an equal price to pay''
What a sharlatan, she thought
''Hey,  Faust, you accepted the deal
So quit whining'' she meant to say,
But she was in need of him.
Of being no more she feared
So this time the deal was struck,
The devil made a deal with Faust
(Who, this time, could not be seduced),
Lucy Fair was cured
And his eternal sentence
By a few centuries was reduced.