Demons Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

What happens when demons dance,
Or when one dances with demons?
Does flirtation with temptation
Stoke the eternal funeral pyre?

Dancing with devils and vampires
While listening to the jackal's call
Leads to temporal and carnal relief
To the eternal soul's utter despair.

O, the pain and the melancholy--
O, the horrible melancholy--
Eats at the sufferer's mind
Leaving behind a hollowed skull.

Shall I dance some more,
Shall I dance to the vampiric tune?
Plagued, and blackened by existence,
Walks a corpse with no name.