She Dances With the Devil
Come to my arms and lay, ‘My Love’,
Please grant me this, my boon,
And in your eyes show me that ‘Dove’
Whilst lips sing sirens tune!
You’ll coyly hide your fair, fair breast
Yet nails will dig my skin!
You’ll settle to an Angels rest
Yet dance the Devil in!
Dance fair ye will in moonlit rills
And silvered be your flight,
And dance until gold faint tendrils
Spin web that captures night,
When dawn, shall, on our window break,
And cast her light, on what will wake?
Copyright © John Thomas | Year Posted 2009
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