Dance with the Devil
Upon a night that was dark & scary
A scented angel sat alone & teary.
Enveloped in darkness’ depths, she felt dreary
As her wild thoughts made her weak & weary.
She dreamt a dark fantasy, never dreamt before
Of a devil, that resided in her bosom’s core.
Of a beast, who amidst darkness encouraged her to explore
Of a demon, whose mere thought she adored.
That night, while the moon beamed
She felt the devil’s breath in her sleep.
She danced with the devil in her dream
Yet in reality, he was nowhere in her reach.
The devil also wanted to dance with her
His heart ached & pain within him did stir.
For the fantasy of their union, was depressingly blur
Hence admiring the angel from a distance, he preferred.
But every night when the stars gracefully gleam
& as the angel descends into her sleep.
The devil’s breath upon her, she feels
& she dances with the devil, in her dreams.
Note: There are bonds that sometimes can’t be defined in terms of relations, yet the emotions of love in those bonds are so overwhelming that they complete the core of our existence. This poem tries to highlight the fantasy of pain & hopes that formulate an integral part of such bonds. In this poem I had the pleasure of collaborating with Jyoti she’s a magnificent writer, please do visit her blog>>> https://jyotithelight.wordpress.com/ I’m sure you’ll love her writings.