Dancing with the Devil

(from the archives)

courtesy of RCA

I was dancing with the devil
I didn’t know it.

I was blinded by
his spell of love.

The truth was veiled
behind closed eyes,

my trust, his lies
hand in glove-
felt warm-

a sheath that aided
in the spell,

a cool collected magic
cast from fiery hell.

Tonight I dance
alone in step
to music of his fall,

Tonight my passion’s
full and hot

Igniting covert gall.