The Dance

She lay there like death beneath the white cover They look like snow when untouched by the restless child asleep The bed beside is still and deaf to creaking boards, footsteps Arise my child for the devil has called And he shall rip into you mercilessly, unflinching He claws through innocent gardens burning your flesh He smiles and you know what you must do... The warmth of his hand is enough to freeze you, cold It is a never ending dance with the devil And he is shaped like the ambitious But you are done for the night, ceasefire He sends his best goodbye To bed my child where the snow becomes ice For your saviour is asleep, dead You sink slowly and welcome strangling arms Why, you are foolish to wish your demise For either way the devil has you, His wicked teeth are beared only to your sight And he leaves his stench to linger You stare beside and see your neighbour, peaceful Under the coat of sheep's fur that was once your snow She is oblivious and you'll remind her in the mourn Of your dance with the devil