I don’t do dark very well – it scares me! But I thought I’d try my hand at devil’s advocate.
Will you dance if I dine at your table,
If I furnish your hearts deepest desire?
Will you welcome my arms twined around you
While I lead you on the dance floor of fire?
Will you sway when promised heaven on earth
Though I bind it to the cost of your soul,
Will you forego nirvana eternal,
Negate elusive Elysian goal?
Will you feed from my hand if I proffer,
Twirling you in a frenzy of delight,
Will you swoon at my feet when exhausted
And I summon in Babylon of night?
Will you beg if I torment your spirit,
Abandon you pinned, flower to the wall,
Stretched beyond your every endurance,
Should I catch when you are ready to fall?
If I guarantee worldly successes,
As an exchange for a waltz with your mind,
Will you welcome my evil excesses,
Assist me in my most hellish designs?
May I offer exact allocation,
Fetch a price for your hand to my hot touch,
Prostitute values and weaken, survey
Temptation’s acreage, breadths of my reach?
Will you sashay in joint admiration
While I false praise you, inflating your pride,
Have my words reached core of your vanity,
Will you unveil as my spouse, stand by side?
Shall I teach you beyond luminescence,
Revealing ominous behind closed doors,
Shall we frolic with innocence and goodness,
Sweep these charlatans from searing dance floor?
Can you bide with the devil anointed,
Impressed deeply in the hearts of all men,
Or cast me from task, duty appointed,
To begin asking all over again?
May I rest at your table while thoughts war,
Till you test your resistance to my charm,
May I offer some spirit to savour
As you weigh up the pros and cons of harm?
Remember I dwell fast within you, though
You fight me and address as external,
Dance with me, partner, ignore all the risks,
Embrace me as your power internal.
You’ll regret if you shun my advances,
Dismiss earnest request for all your hands,
When my power’s seized by those who crave it,
Destruction viewed and rued in cast-off lands.
I’m counting the minutes of this music,
Tapping foot as you mull my overtures,
I’ve tried, no one can fault me for effort,
Revealed to you the best of all my lures.
You’re declining when I seek your favour?
You won’t dance, you say? I need not do more
As long as you don’t dance with the other,
I have accomplished, completed my chore.
Excuse while I move around the tables,
My feet are itching, ready still to dance,
Some among the many gathered hereabouts
Are pining and would welcome, given chance,
To glide round the parquet with the devil,
Grasp my claws, all they offer and bestow,
Unoffended by your blunt refusal,
I have a world to dance with, just so you know.