Rubbing The Ring (Little Mo Knows)

A Devil you make me play with,
While I last these hours of real.
Spending the time to that hour,
To purchase the letters of words.
To hasten the time to that hour,
He's daring my "Rubbing the Ring".

A Devil you make me play with,
Who tempts I take fill of His burdej.
He speaks from the edge of a wedge,
Of strange pleasures there to be suffered.
To show me His "Isle of the Blessed",
He's daring my "Rubbing the Ring".

A Devil you make me play with,
Who shows me the gems of first waters.
He troths He will be my robin good fellow,
To feel and to hear my silent symphonies.
To induce me in all my wondrous schemes,'
He's daring my "Rubbing the Ring".

A Devil you make me play with,
Whose voice echos from the ebbs of seas.
By listening to Him, He could bridle my wits,
From all that is certain, to all of deceit.
To bring me from hither and under His spell,
He's daring my "Rubbing the Ring'.

A Devil you make me play with,
Whose dare is like nothing once said.
But a promise of task awaits at the finish,
For granting a stand of my own mind's test.
To avert I go mad like a hare in the Spring,
He's daring my "Rubbing the Ring".