Easier days, one could say it
Better times
Youth enjoying the days of summer
Smiling all the while
Feeling the first touches of love and romance
Cheesy music leading to guilty pleasures
Now and them, days of future past
Times that last forever
Leading to a different season
And the first
Real
Passionate
Kiss
That sold my soul
Miles before I reached a very disappointed Devil
Waiting
At the crossroads
But, his wait was not too disappointing when, at the last, we met
Hail and well met
Devil to Devil discourse, laughter, games
Roll the die
Future in our hands
And many a fantasy ready to be laid out and played
Exchanging bush songs and ballads of folk
Digging deep and sending the dead out to worry the most foolish with prods and pokes
Let the music play as the dead dance merry and fey
And I will dance with them, my lovers, as together as one we do lay
