The Dance of Fate By Tracie Bernardi Guzman

I stood in the center of the Dance Floor all alone,

He appeared out of nowhere and offered to take me home.

I stared at him directly in his eyes and somehow,

I could hear their unearthly cries.

It was not music or laughter; they were sounds of horror people who didn’t live happily ever after.

I heard the rage in his voice, knowing he was evil I still made the choice.

He extended his hand and asked me to dance,

I looked at him and immediately fell into his trance.

I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but how could I resist? The Juke Box was playing my favorite song.

We danced and we danced until our feet could stand no more,

I asked to sit because my feet were sore.

He said yes like any gentleman would, I began to confuse bad with good.

He was far too charming and polite; those nasty rumors could not possibly be right.

I was the perfect victim for his trap,

I fell right into his lap.

I was trusting and young, so willing to believe; he knew I’d be easy to deceive.

At the end of our time together he practically dropped me off at the prison gate,

By the time I realized for sure who he was.

it was much too late….  I had danced with the Devil.