The Banker (Inspired by Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe)

I went down to the banker's vault
And asked for a banker to see
I wanted to be rid of my sodden heart
And to sell my soul for a fee.

The banker he was old and red
With horns and a tail pronged three
And I asked him how much he would give 
If I were to sell my soul for a fee.

The banker turned to me and said
"I will take your soul for free."
And I was confused, utterly bemused,
For I had expected a fee.

The banker grinned, and thus he said, 
"You want to be rid of it, see?
I will take your soul, but do understand,
It would not be worth the fee."

So I sat before the great red banker 
And poured out my soul unto he
And he caught up my dreams in a great iron pail
And I finally forgot the sea.

Once it was over he turned to look
At the man who had once been me
And he asked with a malevolent grin
Why my soul had been salt from the sea?

I stood with a sigh, said I couldn't remember
And left the bank with no fee
And I walked through the streets but my house was locked
For the banker had taken my key.

Still, on a summer's eve I strive to recall
My love by the sounding sea
But my heart and my soul are long since gone
The banker took them for free.