a dance with the devil
her lips were a bloody crimson,
calling attention in the dim light
of crowded dance floor.
[her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]
her voice was soft, husky
from shouting lyrics and emptying drinks.
"do you know of eden?" she asks
[that same voice compelled angels to rise against their master]
her ruby smile seems less human up close
as she leans in to her crowd of admirers.
"the garden is nothing compared to you."
[she would know of forbidden fruit]
her whispers draw them in,
and oh! how they fall for her.
how you fall for her honeyed lies.
[it is rumored that she was favored even by God]
come morning light,
she leaves her lovers to find new prey.
you pick up the pieces of your heart.
[she was once cast aside from paradise too]
she was not ruined by the fall
but has rather become
ruination.
lucifer is female.
she is sin, and I am damned.
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