'Twas The Night Before Halloween
DISCLAIMER-
The following is fiction, based upon traditional yuletide prose, intended for Halloween chills, and readings on other unholy nights. The author recommends it not be read to young children and sternly disavows any personal kinship with Lucifer, the dark-lord. Although, once we did have coffee in a London tea house, where the schmuck stiffed me with the cheque.
‘TWAS the night before Halloween,
And all throughout HELL
All the demons were dreaming
Of the night HEAVEN fell.
All the crosses were hung
Upside down for bad luck,
In hopes that St. Peter'd, soon
Wallow in muck.
THE sinners were burning,
In the river of Styx,
While visions of Hades, danced
‘Pon candlewicks.
And the lieutenants of hell
All awaited the nod,
For setting in motion
The rebellion ‘gainst God.
WHEN up from the fires,
There rose such a beast:
He sprang forth with horns,
Serpents tail and rams fleece!!!
Away to the heavens
He flew with his flame, he
Kicked in the Gates, and then
Threw back God's name .
AND what to God's terrified eyes had appeared?
But a chorus of demons, and
More than He'd feared!
With a satanic leader, so
Evil and grim,
God knew in a moment, it
Must be ‘St. Sin'.
MORE rapid than lightening, the
Demons, they came,
And screaming messianicly, St. Sin
Called them by name:
On Mephestopolies! On Beelzebub!
To the edges of HEAVEN,
Like a slaughterhouse sow,
Kill them all!
Kill Them All!!
KILL THEM ALL... NOW!!!"
AS God turned His head, to
Run from the sight, down
The avenues of Heaven, and
Into the night,
God was dressed in all silk, from
HIS head right on down,
‘Though the back of HIS trousers,
Once white, were now brown!
St. Sin's eyes, they twinkled, his
Mouth broke a smile, he
Knew Heaven would fall
Within just a short while.
THE demons grabbed God, and
They put Him in ties, and
He shook like a baby,
Just before a baby cries.
God spoke not a word, but
Fell straight out of grace, and
Dropping His stockings,
Turned red in the face!
AND raising His finger, the
Middle one, UP,
God called to St. Sin, who
In turn, raised his cup.
God sprang to His sleigh, and
Yelled: "Go Fuck Yourselves, Well!"
Then away God retreated, on
The day Heaven fell.
AND I heard St. Sin's reply, as
He drove God from sight:
"To hell with you all,
It's been a hell of a night!"
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AuthorHouse Press. Blooming, IN
© Reid Martin Basso- All rights reserved. 2015.
