“ The Dancer ” ~ a devil upstairs ~

 

I’d know the music

Just by listening

To the patter

On the floor upstairs,

And the pulse

That cajoles her feet

To a mystifying beat,

For she capers

Like it matters

With melodic flair,

In a rhythm she adorns

Be the center of a storm,

Frenzied to a level

That shan’t be mistaken

As a dancer who conforms…

 

She’s a devil I can tell

As her dance casts a spell,

Thus follow I with ease

If she decides to leave

Tho it led me right to hell,

Just so I can listen

To this dancer’s patter,

On the floor upstairs!