Offering

When I stare into the fire

I see the devil dance

A deadly grin lays on his lips

A tempting offer rolling in his palm

Out I reach with trembling fingers

But when I'm close, out flies a dagger

Burning my vulnerable flesh

A warning, but still I accept.

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