Devils Don’t Frolic

My gaze passes over the bar,
the woman in a red dress -
a familiar sight. Seems she’s
been here every night this week,
but then so have I.

Always a different person, but
same crimson dress,
........same blood pumps,
................same double-edged deal.

There’s no telling which fool will fall
for her sweet words and charming smile.
Never know what is worth her price; though
in the end is anything worth that price?

Apparently, at the time,
I guess it could seem like a damned
good deal. Money, fame, the perfect life,
whatever your little heart desires.
Who needs a soul these days anyway?

The Devil always makes a killing in this place.