Dance With the Devil

Devil
Waltzing
In the dark.

Taking my hands and guiding me
Through the marc,

Claw finger
Bracing my back,
Slanting me backward,
Tipping black hat;

A fact
That the dance
Cuts and jabs,

Slinking us together,
Whispering
Dangers and melodies

Cold.

As dagger,
Demon dips me
In the dim glow

Of the window light.

Frightful
Is the struggle of memory,

In the steep of the absorbing night.

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