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.
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