A Sonnet Inspired by Marlowe's Faustus

[alatos]

thanks for that helpful advice, Leanne! Here's the first revision:

I too, like Faust, have sold my timeless trace,
exchanging four and twenty unstained years
for an eternity in the embrace
of what before me endlessly appears.
My deathless soul? I killed it with a kiss,
and now a wasting body slithers on
through its return to dust, to Abaddon:
unfading rapture given up for this?

My Amaranth is gone – betrayed unto
the Jungle’s weeds. Ambition’s Judas gave
my substance for some forty coins, a life
abandoned for a gilded fortune; threw
away my heart, still pumping, to the grave,
carved out by desperate Simon Peter’s knife.