Dancing with the Devil

She sings, singed tongue to cheek

Salacious lungs engulfed in flame retardant

She thinks, if I step here / he there I can out master

Those movements which mislead to tempt

But the devil does not care if you step on his toes

They are harnessed with steel, colder - still smoldering

Like a thousand knives at the pyre.

The trickster delights in capturing light, his evil

The lens of a camera, rod and cone shadows

The devil do not change, only you.