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With his laughing black eyes
He was a devil in disguise.
He took my hand
And, man oh man,
He led me on
Into the blue beyond!
I sold my soul
For pieces of gold.
I was so blind
Till the scales fell from my eyes.
When I look back in time
‘Twas like playing on the railway line.
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©DGA 25 November 2011 05:34
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
25/11/2011 at 5:51 am
Infatuation is a Devil’s disciple. It can make a desert seem an eden.
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25/11/2011 at 5:53 am
How right you are, Sunamu! Thank you. 🙂
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25/11/2011 at 11:38 am
A nice piece.
I particularly the line “Till the scales fell from my eyes.” 😉
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25/11/2011 at 12:04 pm
Thank you, Ben.
I thought you might like it! 😆
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25/11/2011 at 1:07 pm
…playing on the railway line … dangerous like falling in love.
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25/11/2011 at 2:05 pm
Oh, yeah, Maxi!
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25/11/2011 at 1:47 pm
Some sell it for pieces of tin or brass
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25/11/2011 at 2:06 pm
It turned into dross, Carl!
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25/11/2011 at 1:58 pm
ouch, who hasn’t been there. you capture it so well.
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25/11/2011 at 2:07 pm
When it seems too good to be true, it usually is, Sidey. 🙂
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25/11/2011 at 3:16 pm
i lived a few years of that dance…and lived to tell the tale, though just barely…
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25/11/2011 at 3:40 pm
Actually, Brian, this one is pure fiction – or exaggerated fact!
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25/11/2011 at 4:49 pm
That is very thought provoking!
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25/11/2011 at 5:44 pm
Good, Patrecia… 🙂
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25/11/2011 at 5:30 pm
The light at the end of the tunnel was,,, the train..Very well said Denise.
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25/11/2011 at 5:46 pm
Well, at least I got off the tracks in time, Jack. Thanks! 😀
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25/11/2011 at 7:35 pm
Well put, Denise.
As one who has played on railway lines, we could always tell when a train was coming, because the lines used to “sing”, for quite a while before the train arrived, by which time we were well out of harm’s way. (And the lines weren’t electric!)
I imagine you got no such kind of warning.!
John
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26/11/2011 at 1:46 am
Thanks, John. No warning at all, but it’s only in hindsight that I realised the danger… (teenagers always assume they are immune to harm, lol!)
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25/11/2011 at 9:55 pm
Well-told!
And some people play on that railway line wearing earmuffs.
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26/11/2011 at 1:47 am
That is so true, Col. 😦 Thank you!
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25/11/2011 at 10:39 pm
Great poem: I echo everyone else’s comments: supreme drama 🙂
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26/11/2011 at 1:48 am
Thank you so much, Kate.
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26/11/2011 at 5:11 am
Excellent. Dangerous men make us do dangerous things. This reads like a blues song. Love it!
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26/11/2011 at 5:28 am
Thanks, Selma. It’s like being under a spell…
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26/11/2011 at 8:41 am
It does read like a song – good one adeeyoyo (dangerous men are always best left in the past – haha)
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26/11/2011 at 9:15 am
Nice if someone buys the rights – hmmm? Exciting at the time, but then it wears off, Gabe. I love your new avatar. Seems like you have a miniature frog farm! They’re so sweet!
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26/11/2011 at 10:07 am
nice poem…we’ve all been through this i guess.Things you know you’ll regret later on but then also you do it.
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26/11/2011 at 11:48 am
Sometimes it’s hard to say ‘No’, Epizeuxis. 🙂
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