Music trills at three-fourths tempo time
Pairs moves smoothly through routine
Stepping steady and strong with the song
Dancing along, partner at hand,
Ballroom at foot, wide and smooth
The notes and steps together held
Alike with the hands of dancers plenty
Aligned lovely a sight to behold
Waltzing so sweetly in partner’s strong arms
And then a sudden twist ensues, disrupting
Although they all carry on cue
And the course seems hitch-free
As the candid photos capture their movements
Seemingly beauteous and pure
But the sweet is combined with corrupted dark
Black magic sweeps down upon couples unwary
Drowning the brightness and blockading the light
Darkening the mood of party-goers aplenty
Dooming each pair as they circle and weave
Despite how well kept their steps remain
Around the floor, they waltz oblivious
Able in moment as to waltzing but naught else
As Satan seizes their minds, bodies, and souls
Aching and sore but uncertain to why
And again the darkness sweeps downwards
Evil death plagues each dancer’s eyes
Eating way their souls, gone
Evolving now swiftly, diminishing to ever less
Entering the hellhole reeking of stench and heat
Each foot deeper into the pulsating depth of the core
Nonstop falling into the boiling mass
Newt’s eye taken, dragon scale stolen
Nagging tongue cut in, spider webs tossed in
Never grow old nor live again
Not anything except an eternal existence
Given up souls and going to hell
Grasping the past as it’s gone for the wishes
Those that no genie or fallen star could ever grant
Turning in desperation to devilish fiends
Thinking naught of consequences come yet after
Satan’s deal closed, signed and done
Serving him through sand-less land,
Waterless seas, and tree-less canopies
Where searing pain starts amongst the heated storms
Burning Lucifer’s mark into flesh, tattooed with each step
Relief he brought rushes past before thine eyes
Realizing the truth and reality upon you
As ends now meet and reach
Rearing scalded at facts you overlooked
Ripped and shattered at the lusting want cheated
Moment of bliss, barely enjoyed
Brought from the wishes and desires engraved
In mass produced thoughts filling majority’s mind
Marketing well amongst meek and simple men
Who all seemed to think it through, only to be mauled
Servitude begins and never ends
Signed away a life after life
Which cannot even be considered living
A death worse than death itself
A satanic waltz of three-fourths time with Lucifer himself
