Beating time back into a corner
We sped through our Devil's breakfast,
Hand-waving away our visions
Of eternal punishment.
With spectacular determination,
Burning the flame at an angle,
And sheering off the excess volume,
We could erase the circles
Drawn in the frozen air.
Our Infernal acquaintance
Had his character captured
In old photographs
Drooling rich; itching to be famous,
Our acts mortally offended.
He could recover no more.