Dancing with the devil

She was dancing with the devil for so long
Knowing not, when the steps was all guided
And she became a mere puppet
Going down with each and every move
Hypnotic she glided through the cold stone floor
In the embrace of her living prison
In a trance she entered the forbidden gates
Only to find more music, more wine, more hate
And she still danced in the tight embrace
Unaware of when the song should end.

©sangeetamagar