Flirting With Fire

And we Angels run through hell,
For the excitement of the fires lapping at our wings.
Skipping though the cinders and the shrieks,
A light breeze blowing our cream silk robes.

The hot sting rings familiar with each lick and whip,
As the fire's tongues whisper sweet nothings.
But we run without breathing,
Smiles reflecting burning earth warm our faces.

Dancing demoralized demons,
Set the tune for a waltz around the ashes.
Mephistopheles is the king of the ball,
But don't dance too close, keep a bible in between.

Lucifer is a handsome man,
To twist the looks of any mortal.
To pull and break the vows of even us,
Until we submerge into our lust.

But now we curve and slip away,
Through the cackling jungles to greater climbs.
And we Angels run through hell,
For the excitement of the fires lapping at our wings.