Devil's Dance

A poem about self-destruction, fear, epiphany & controlling your own fate.n

Devil's Dance

Here we are again
That place we often go
Where tendriled smoke
Floats in the air
And time becomes our foe

Entwined in love and sacred sin
The Ritual begins
Time on pause
We contemplate
What lies beneath the grin

Escaping to this tiny cloud
We leave our cares behind
Instead, we live in passion's grasp
And trappings of the mind

Euphoric heights are often reached
We drift in sweetest bliss
Our heartbeats race
And blood lust boils
From Darkness’ wicked kiss

You and I uniquely tied
In our mutual disease
Reality is blurred and honed
In what each other sees

The world drifts by
In shadow realms
We build our castles high
No earthly bounds
Restrict our flight
In skies we paint with lies

Before the devil
Knows we're dead
The angels have a shot -
To rent our grasp
From such as this:
Temptation's bloody clot

For time will tell
Our lover’s fate
We hold it in our hands
Or perhaps our Dance ends just as fast
As whence it first began…