The Path was paved with light and night, love and hate,
any opposition was placed along that gate,
where the innocent and tricksters,fools and kings,
went on their way to heavenly things,
where demons, rebels, theives and Saints,
crossed into hell for all their taints,
It glittered like gold, silver and all that was good,
as the moss and magots crawled between the cracks in search for food,
Across this path a demon walked,
you could smell in the acrid air as he stalked,
his eyes mere slits with cat-like appeal,
his teeth sharpened to points that seemed surreal,
muscles rippled under the black of his skin,
control on lust running on thin,
walking into his gate he started,
but he laid eyes on something before he parted,
Oh all the saints combined couldn't compare to her beauty,
a storm of innocent eyes a demon would envy,
A frown curved the beast's lips,
when he noted her innocence,
To heaven with that one I should leave,
but he just couldn't pull away his eyes,
she gracefully swung her hips and swayed,
to music no one but her could hear played,
humming the tune with a soft lilt,
and her feet started to move as her head tilt,
erratically, exotically she began to whirl,
unselfconsciencely she began to twirl,
her chest began to heave up and down,
this incubus could not keep waiting around,
he turned back to his gate,
and felt the heat on his face,
while his favored smoke drifted in his nose,
something just wouldn't let him go.
(to be continued)
