The Devil's Villanelle
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance
My throat still tightens at the thought of your cry
Ill sit by the fire and watch devils dance
I might love you if i gave it a chance
But resolve is a river, you’ve made it run dry
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance
I’d like to think wit has the upper hand
My wit being sand, tis gritty yet light
Ill sit by the fire and watch devils dance
Elegantly those devils do prance
They don’t stomp but tap on nerves in my mind
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance
Sometimes I reflect on our holy galavants
A cherub of you creeps on me at night
So I sit by the fire and watch devils dance
And those angels of you are a painful romance
Singing divine chants as we jump from great heights
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance
Ill sit by the fire and watch devils dance
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