In shadowed streets where neon dies,
A boy was born with fire in his eyes.
No father’s love, no guiding hand,
The city taught him to take, command.
Friends whispered lies, “Be bold, be feared,”
“Power is earned when mercy’s cleared.”
He learned to fight, to steal, to kill,
To climb the ladder, sharpen skill.
One fateful night, a test was laid,
A heinous act that darkly swayed.
His hands obeyed, his heart turned numb,
The devil’s game had now begun.
The victim’s face, familiar, bright,
Revealed a truth that stole the night.
His mother lost, the horror burned,
The price of sin so cruelly learned.
The gang dispersed, the streets went still,
His soul was shattered, dark and chill.
Power and fame proved hollow, vain,
The devil dances, leaving pain.
Now warnings echo through the years,
Beware the shadows, the whispered fears.
One wrong step, and you will see,
The cost of pride, eternally.
like a miserable cockroach he wriggled
through wreckage in the sump of his life
bottle in hand and at delirious mouth
in a macabre rehearsal of final strides
what had once been a passionate waltz
had become a legless inebriated pirouette
moribund madness personified
liquified insanity stumbling to hell
with wings of destruction in overdrive
it was a sink hole leap towards the abyss
each jump digging deeper and faster
into the rock bottom of body mind and soul
eventually all music and heart stopped
yet he remembered cacophonous decrescendo
enough to wake up from self-inflicted catatonia
like a phoenix and still tarred and feathered by booze
he decided to rise again whatever the cost
the rest is a miracle and sober blessing and still
he knows that Icarus had pinions of wax
therefore he stayed close to new foundations
of hard-won truths and the reality of his privilege
In the depths where shadows dance,
A soul is caught in dark romance.
Whispers of the night unfold,
Mysteries in silence told.
Eyes that pierce the inky veil,
Heartbeats echo, soft and frail.
Drawn to where the light is sparse,
Captivated by the dark's embrace.
Through the stillness, shadows creep,
In their hold, the secrets sleep.
Moonlight weaves a silver thread,
Guiding steps where fears are shed.
Silent whispers, ancient lore,
Echo through the midnight’s core.
Lost in dreams where phantoms roam,
Finding solace far from home.
In the dark, a gentle sway,
Nighttime casts its soft array.
Bound by twilight's mystic charm,
Safe within the dark’s warm arm.
As dawn approaches, shadows fade,
Yet the bond with night is made.
In the dark, a soul finds peace,
Where the heart's true echoes cease.
Embraced by night, forevermore,
A dance with darkness to explore.
In twilight's realm, they find their place,
Entranced eternally by the dark's embrace.
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Have you seen the way the light shines on him?
Or the way he looks so carefree
With a smile that puts the sun to shame
How he holds out a gloved hand
And the confidence in him sparks like flames
How he is so sure of himself
Even when the light begins to dim.
Dancing with him in the moonlight,
His eyes do not appear as they would in broad day
His eyes become lighter
And his smile brighter
And for a moment, you forget he's the devil
Because he almost seems human
And it's more magical
Than you could ever imagine
Burn the rug,
burn the house down
Swing on the chandelier,
like a monkey thug
Wobble around the room,
like a drunken clown
Dance with the devil,
go let his liquid fire ways lighten your sorrow
Night time reverie daze ...
fermented guarantee to bury your tomorrow
Burn the rug,
burn the house down
Crawl on the dirty floor,
like a drunken slug
Smoky glass cask doom,
wears a Happy Hour frown
Dance with the devil,
who darkly lives in a corked bottle
Spin the serpentine arrow,
kiss the blackout memory throttle
Burn the rubber,
burn the vehicle upholstery
Kill a few innocents standing by;
watch the flames rise,
as they swallow your sobering cries
Dance with the devil,
drink the icy firewater on a greedy gut drown
Let pure stagger stupor evil
get you careening down
Perdition Road,
listening to the crash of a wailing siren sound
don't thinks its cool
don't be a fool
you will just lose
who needs bad news
live forever
DON'T 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
A Dance With the Devil
A dance with the devil .Is what we all do, when our souls are lost in sin. With God’s great love, the dance with the devil can end.
With just a simple prayer of forgiveness.
Jesus can put the dance with the devil back into the pit of hell.
Setting us free to worship him.
Until that mighty day when he returns, to get His soul that has danced with the devil.
And repented of there sin. Being us into the sunrise, over the ocean that turns into a beautiful day.
Were the dew softy fall’s over us all like God’s love .
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