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Dancing With Devils

I spent the night
dancing with devils.
I gave it. They took it away.

‘We’ve less than moments, ’
said someone
much clev’rer than I.
Who knows
what happened that night.
I don’t.

Who knows what will happen
that day
when this single night
might have driven the devils away
but it didn’t.
Who’ll pay
that day
when the time comes
to pay?

Me? May be.
And hopefully
no one withal.

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This is a very cryptic poem but I do like that 'withal'.