Rhyme Time ! Forum Dance with the devil

Here's my story I tell it with time Of how I earned My peace of mind It was a Friday night As regular as it gets I was alone in my room Testing my wits Suddenly the door busted open And I was blown away When I saw the devil Staring my way Satan was testing my soul Pointing her finger at me Some might find it terrifying But I jumped up with glee It was perfectly irrational At least in my head It was a tango to hell With the perfect shade of red After our dance She ran out the door I was tempted to follow Until I noticed my hands were sore Sweet satan! My hand was on fire! Like burning rubber Coming from a tire I quickly found water to put the problem out My hands were still hurting But I had no doubt That, she would return again With her black whole And I would half to watch as she ripped out my soul