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Diabla

Diabla

The ball of fire in the west slowly fell to earth
Light surrendered to the dark
The full moon spotlighted the atmosphere

South of the border
the dark desert highway dead-ended
into an old ghost-town

No crossroads
no thruway
no signs of life

The dilapidated city limit sign read:

Purgatory
Population 665

I sought refuge in a deserted mission
Lifeless, dark, dusty
and long since abandoned

Smoke began to emerge from the depths
My heart raced as I saw flames ignite
I feverishly broke-out in a cold sweat

Her blazing crimson body emerged
She writhed like a flaming cobra
and glistened with sulfuric drops of fire

Diabla danced in the moonlight

She was a holocaust in high heels
Her statuesque legs never ended
An inferno raged in her eyes

Her sizzling hips shook hypnotically
Her fiery curves struck like lightning
and melted my resistance

Her thermonuclear vibrations
parted the seas, rocked the earth
and put a spell on me

Diabla danced in the moonlight

To the beat of my heart
To the cries of lost souls
and the eternally damned

When the moon was full
she danced for her satanic majesty
To steal the souls of the unforgiven

Until she satisfies her hellish penance
She must pay with the souls of others
who fall prey to her infernal charms

Diabla danced in the moonlight

She reached-out for my heart
My spirit flushed as she beckoned me
to join her diabolical dance of death

She led my soul into temptation
My entire being weakened
My immunity failed

Delivered to evil
Seduced by the fire of passion
Burned by the flames of hell

Diabla danced in the moonlight

Let those with
wisdom count the
number of souls:
Six-hundred,
three-score
and six

© 2015, Erozeno
Artwork / Photography © 2015, Erozeno

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