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Poetry: Dance With The Devil


The sunlight diminishes and the flowers

Fall into a great slumber as he approaches.

This once vibrant field Suddenly looks

Nothing more than an abandoned parking lot.

Do not let this fool you.


What you think you know is not true.

The Devil is not a red creature with red horns.

He has taken a human form.

The devil is a handsome man with piecing blue eyes.

He is beautiful.

He walks among the mortals,

Looking for his next victim.


He stumbled upon me on a cold winter's night.

I was like no one he has ever seen before.

Pain resides deep inside my soul.

This is enough to darken anyone's heart,

And yet,

My heart consists of pure light.


"I must convert this girl", he says.

He claims that I am meant to be one of them.

The devil wants me to be his queen.

He says that he can help me release my inhibitions,

And satisfy my lustful desires.


"I can help you feel no more pain", he says.

His sultry hand brushes my golden brown hair.

His touch radiates throughout my body,

I feel like I have a sixth sense.

I have never felt anything this powerful.


I want to Dance with the devil.

He tempts his victims by promising to erase their distress.

A lifetime free of suffering is something I have always dreamed of,

But beams of golden light suddenly free me from my trance.

He can no longer entice me.

He cannot have me.

This is not my destiny.

I am the light.











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