Thursday, October 10

Devil's Waltz

The greatest sins never abandon
Amber corridors. The devil’s
Dance begins—the wickeds
Waltz, tulle twisting, darkstars
Drumming, fingers feeling, mouths
Melding, crystal coruscating,
Couloirs vibrate, trembling
Tolls resonate.
So sumptuous,
Swelling the sinning soul; reveries
Reward nothing,
Never satisfying, never thrilling
Though but an instant.

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