A Dance With The Devil Poem by Theo Williams

Sombre - a record player whistles
With a self-hated chorus written in epistles.

If thou eyes hath witnessed bloodshed
Then a light upon the moon's now dead.

If thou hath witnessed a hungry child - young or old
And walked them across thy eyes - Then thou shall die with no soul.

Nothing can ever be scarier
Than looking into the soul of that mirror.

An apocalypse was a prophecy foretold
It walks upon this land - This darkness inside evolved.

For if you are swallowed by the song of the record player
My friend take the Devil's hand - ‘Cause you now dance with him forever.