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
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