dance with the devil in the pale moonlight

“Madness!” shrieked the owl
Well into the night

“Madness” howled the jackal
Way beyond our sight

“Madness” cried the swallow
And watched the owl’s flight

“Madness” sang the mocking bird
And then I saw the light

After dancing with him, we now play poker together every 2nd Thursday of the month.

Why would the devil want to dance with me?

But this wasn’t:
I also danced on a Friday when the sky turned black: It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back.

“In this manner had fought forgotten ancestors. They quickened the old life within him, the old tricks which they had stamped into the heredity of the breed were his tricks…And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him.” – Jack London (Call of the Wild)

There are times when the Phantom leaves his jungle home and travels as an ordinary man. This is one of those times.

... would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

“Oh we were lyin’ together in a si-ilver linin’ by the light of the moon
You know there’s not another moment, not another moment
Not another moment to waste”

Know where I can reach the devil? I’d like to send an invitation for dinner…and perhaps some dancing…

With my husband in the pale moonlight. And well, since he’s such a horrid dancer, doesn’t that count?

if only I could find the damn moon, never mind the devil.