The Devil’s Pride

That night even the shadows spoke in whispers

Even the full moon hid in dark of cloud

For that night belonged to the other side

When the devil called his minions long and loud

The foul stench of hell felt like sulfur’s smell

While all the raw demon’s night-spells cast

Now the hour of midnight fast approaches

All Hallowed night disturbs sanctity of past

Hushed little children cowered in their beds

Their parents hid behind locked doors in fright

Rosary beads prayed to things best left unsaid

Oh ‘twas foul deeds ahead for sure that night

Outside, one youth walked the streets to fulfill

A bravado boast he’d made in light of day

Afraid he hurried homeward in nerves scraped raw

Of the price that too late he knew he’d have to pay

Past town square where once men hung to die

Their souls in the vapor mist seem to appear

Then past the place where a murder took place

He pulled his coat collar a little tighter out of fear

So close to his home and warmth of hearth

Hope stirred but still one more path to take

Through the gates of tombstone’s inventory

That may have been the young mans grave mistake

His screams echoed off the cringing coward’s souls

He begged and pleaded for Christian doors to open wide

Ah but their fear was strong that hellish night

They ignored his pleas and Satan smiled with pride!