Black and white with grey memories,
life is greener if risked in the ring of fire,
new faces at the stations overseas
and pay respects with hymns by a choir.
In a bar of broken bottles and ember ashes,
a woman in a red and black dress had a diabolical smile, nostalgic scent brought back flashes as she took
a booth down the aisle.
A devil sat on her shoulder while an angel
sat on mine, eyes torn away and it was
strange how she stole it with a shine.
She looked at the menu,
maybe she was waiting for someone
but that wink was a benefit
to join her venue.
©sea_king
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