Dance with the devil
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Paris - nearly sec XV
In the first time that I saw her, she was dancing. With her dark hair, wearing that red dress. She looked like flames of a fireplace, hypnotizing everyone who watched her.
Hellfire
At the same time that she charmed and burned hearts, I knew that deep insite she was a witch. A Devil's mouthpiece, a treacherous fox, a viper ready to bite anyone who dares to get close.
Ah! These movements...
God, why I see her dancing there?
Impure moves, infamous pitfalls!
How could I, a righteous and good men, respected by the nation, with a solid reputation, a religious men and faithful in my God, let me get fool by this carnal desires?
That was a curse so wicked that even Devil himself would be capable of made.
Vulgar dance full of fervor.
In that day inside the cathedral i felt your intoxicating scent, toxic for soul. Devil's pitfalls, indeed.
Your green eyes, round and bright, called me.
Don't you dare look at those emeralds, devil's eyes.
Protect me, Maria. Don't let this witch hex me, send her to Hell, where she belongs.
I can't let the witch enchant another mens. She must me mine! Just mine! Cast her spells only in me. Desire that consumes me.
It's not my fault if in God's plan, He made de Devil so much stronger than the men.
Treacherous disgusting temptations, testing the faithful.
And let her taste the fires of hell, or else let her be mine and mine alone
Say goodbye, unholy woman. Burn in the bonfire, dance like you're dancing with the devil. I want see you burn!
Maria, so blessed,destroy Esmeralda! Filthy gypsy that insists in appear in my dreams, and in the most deep toughts.
Don't test me, seer woman. You cant fide, but I'll search for you everywhere, in every alley, every crossroad of Paris. I'll do anything to find the infamous gypsy. Then, my soul will find the Beata and the Faith that I crave.
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