Lady in white
Singing your sad Siryn's song
Moving through the forest
Silver moonlight on your gold-spung hair
White silk clothes your wondrous form
Your dance enticing mortal man
To make love
And women to join the dance

Watery pink eyes and long, white ears
Belong to deer and hare
Your faithful ones
But not even your dance
Can save them
When the forest starts to burn

From the pits of Hell
Is spewed the fire
The red demon, laughing at you
You stand and stare
In the pale moonlight
He comes forth, like a man
Asmodeus, a handsome devil
He asks for this dance
For he is much impressed
With your graceful steps
And you take his hand

Round and round you twirl
You and your partner
He leads the way in
This demonic waltz
Monsters pluck their harps
As skulls whistle tunes
And bells are played on skeletons' bones
Light comes from the burning djinn as
High up, Luna weeps her pale tears

The forest burns
The creatures run
And you are trapped in your dance
The Druids mourn and fall to ash while
Protecting their charges, losing Nature's battle
A pirouette and the green life is gone
Crystal laughter making an accompaniment
To this blasphemous song
Another turn and the light is gone

Dancing upon marsh
In the damp, infested swamp
Skulls hang from cattails
Heads from poles
Lanterns lit by fiery light
Now the demons join the dance
Tasting your flesh and your soul
As the skeletons form the throne

"Come sit, my dear Persephone,"
Says the devilishly handsome Asmodeus
"Upon this golden throne
Have pomegranate, to sate your fleshly hunger,
As you sate mine."
Laughter laughter
From the demons, as they eat the manflesh
"Soon we'll dance again," says He
"For surely you were meant
Only for Me"

You turn you head
Back to your homeland
And see the burning forest
The blackened stumps and dead trees
You start to rise
And the devil catches your hand
He gives an evil chuckle
And demands the dance start again

"No Elysium Fields for you, my dear sweet
No more soft, furry creatures.
With the pomegranate's flesh you are mine
But I don't want your Earthly shell
I have so many
I want your soul
There the true feast
You are mine"

The smell of burnt wood and flesh
Smoke like a blanket in the air
Desolation and wasteland wherever one looks
The nearby swampland is untouched
And a ringed grove, still green
In the midst of the grass
Lies the burned and blackened form
Of the silk clad dancer

The dance has not ended, oh no
It still continues in the burning Underworld
She is still so beautiful, He so handsome
As a devil should be
There is no hope for thee
As the demons play
The skulls whistle
The skeletons chime
All in time to the Asmodean Waltz
 

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