The Devil and His Flute

The sun may warm my soul

for a few minutes each day,

then darkness always

follows wanting out to play.

The moon may cleanse

my broken aura,

as the devil follows calmly

dragging his Pandora and

the stars will map out my route

yet still I dance to the sound of his flute.

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