Dancing With The Devil Poem by Eli Eliasson

Dancing with the devil
is one thing to do
Thus I never need to wonder
Where to put my shoe
The devil - he shall not care!
For the clothes that he wear
Do not get dirty

And not less do I admire
The wretchedness of his smile
The first one of many I've seen
- That is genuine -
alas, it is not a scene!

How come;
One thing that can not be broken
Can not be hurt
But many things that need to be spoken
Prefer to be covered in dirt
Who are thee to judge?

The mystery which thrills me still -
How to get well;
when you are not yet ill?
The mystery which thrills me today -
How to get a life;
When you can not make the day?