The Devil's Dinner

The Devil's Dinner

The Devil set the dinner plate, and each fork and spoon
And because it was their thing, carefully he hung the moon.

He set the table full, with passion gathering no rust --
And counted Cupid as his friend, misplaced arrows piercing lust.

A feast, no not for those who dine, He grins and tells to all who hears
this appetite is mine.

For foolish heart to pine away, old Satan's favorite meal they say.
Is sorrow dripping from each bite, and tears wash out the moons sweet light?

Don't laugh at her in her embrace, of love and lust and more --
One day you'll come to dine and find, those knocking at your door.

As you eat each bit of bread, you savor meat and sweet --
You soon discover this dinner is only a devil's treat!

Yet in hope you eat it all.
Hell, I ask for seconds and eat it while I fall.

When you get an invitation fresh from Cupid's bow,
be careful what you think of love, take care what you don't know.

So many times in league with dark that cupids' arrow flies!
No arrow strike the other love and so in love tells lies.

The Devil cooked from dawn to dusk a feast -- no not for those who dine.
He grins and tells to all who hears, this torture is my line.

Can we skip a broken heart avoid the dinner hell?
Most can't because they run to love, when Satan rings the dinner bell.