The Devil's Dues

the piper makes a margin call and you pay with silver a Judas kiss placed on the lips of dreams that leave you quivering shadows stretch across the lawns the traffic lights are red thoughts race through a busy mind as you downshift in dread nothing that was promised has come forth in fruition going past the mountains with all of their superstitions on you drive past sleeping valleys nestled in open ranges the sun sinks low--night settles in but the crescent moon looks strange damn the piper and the devil's dues the deck was always stacked you paid with your heart and soul and it's too late to turn back