The Devil's Master
You come before me
With the veils
Of your trance
The wooshing
And whirling
Of fanciful dance
A dagger said kindly
Not minding the harm
One does to oneself
In using that arm
Am I now to weaken
And crumble to dust?
To break before heathens
Of cruelty and lust?
It sickens me deep
All the way
Down to Hell
To fathom your diction,
Your action,
Your smell
But hold!
Fast!
Disaster your after
So run all the faster
The Devil is nigh
And I am his master!
