A NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL

A tattooed cross hung agonizingly there Dangling lazily from her apple tree Pleading with me to save her soul For she is lost in lust. She urged me to carry on To quickly get the act done. Her empty bag she sought to fill Any delay, her day's income still. I recalled that verse: flee from sexual immorality... Sensing my hesitation, she drew me in Into a touch, a caress of ice and flame Drowning me deeper into her game. I gave in to this night’s queen of the damned With a heart as cold as desolate land. That night in her embrace, all my innocence died For she is the devil, in a whore’s disguise.