Dance With the Devil
If you dance with the Devil
you have to pay what is due.
His promises vain, untrue,
deceiving, his lies revel.
He artfully tries tempting
giving out suggestive vibe,
all on queue as you imbibe,
no intrusions preempting
Weaving a deception well,
the seed is planted of need.
Don’t deny HIS voice to heed,
“would you sell and go to hell”?
For Barbara's "Dancing" contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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