Dancing With the DeVil
written by: Tim Law
In the dead of night
Or morn’s pale light
The song begins to play
A horrible shout
The threat of a clout
You wish you could run away
Better to know
The DeVil though
So they say
They smile as you dance
And you see a chance
To live another day
Friends become few
They’re controlling you
Believing whatever they say
Meek and mild
You act like a child
Fearful every day
Your cries are unheard
Think they how absurd
For you to accuse in that way
Until the night
You flee in fright
“We should have listened,” they say
When you dance with the DeVil
You feel so alone
Until your dying day
JUNE 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Timothy Law is a writer of fantasy, horror, detective fiction, general fiction and everything else that pops into his head. He heralds from a little town in Southern Australia called Murray Bridge. A happily married father of three, family is very important to him. Currently working at the Murray Bridge Library in the role of Library Manager he has dreamed since his early high school years of becoming a full-time author. Working for a library, surrounded by so many wonderful stories it is difficult not to be inspired to write. Many of his short stories and general musings can be found on The World of Myth magazine website, his blog - There Are Some Who Call Me... Tim! or on the Parenting Express website. Tim is also the author of the fantasy novel The Eleventh Tome, book one of The Prophecies of Andrapaal. He has a multitude of other novel ideas floating around in his mind. All he now needs is what every author wishes for, time, a little peace and quiet and of course a willing and understanding publisher. While seeking what seems to be the impossible he somehow finds time for scotch and board games with his brother-in-law, family movie nights and weekends away with his wonderful wife.