Twisted Waltz

A Poem by Viccy Rogers

It was the reaper dressed as an angel
And when he asked me to dance
He charmed the snake and slayed the beast
Beginning the entrance

I took his hand and let him lead
A classic little slow
Enchantments hidden in every step
To tempt me out the know

All I wanted: purity
How could I get there fast?
The angel's deals were just too tempting
Promises amassed

Our fingers touched, the trap came down
The hussler showed his cards
Disguise removed, mask to the floor,
One million prison guards

He stripped me bare, he stripped me cold,
Naked of my worth
The doors were locked with no way out
No way to escape this curse

The addiction caught like fire to petrol
Bad thoughts like the plague
But I loved him even so
I never disobayed

Until one day, I ran away
Riddled him in my own deceits
Oh how I longed to float away
And be rid of all these cheats

He never came and found me
Which hurt like nothing before
Did what we have mean anything to him?
I needed to make sure

Thus the cycle began again,
This time led by me
I stupidly thought I could ignore
The relapse symphony

All at once, I was out of time
The last red petal fallen
The seasons turned from white to gold
From Snow White to autumn

The seed he'd planted longer ago
Had only grown with time
I realised now, it was too late;
We were permanently entwined

Once you're in there's no way out
There is no hope of freedom
So never try to cheat the reaper
Never dance with demons