Saints and Demons On Halloween

On the eve of All Saints Day known as Halloween We've a night where nothing is ever as it seems Abraham, Martin and John hosted a grand ball In heaven’s huge castle, a white marble town hall Dancing and singing just like every other day One old soul grew weary of celebrating this way She found nothing special in the harps and trumpets A more exciting venue she had come to covet St. Peter partied, his gate was unattended So to a room below the bored soul descended A place where heavy metal was all the rave Deadheads converged to stomp violently on graves She was tempted to join in their revelry As demons eyed her with curious envy One grabbed her halo, howled when it burned his hands Others confronted her with obscene demands Only then did she recall escaping this place When God sacrificed his son, mortal sin to erase Although hands of the wicked tried to hold her down She struggled, pushed forward and made her way uptown Fearfully she cried while knocking on heaven’s gate St. Peter found her in this emotional state: “Why didn’t you learn to resist temptation, During your tenuous Earthly incarnation?” At a loss for an answer, she pled for mercy And Peter felt inclined to deem her unworthy But the Master heard her prayers, granted a reprieve He blessed her and uttered, “Welcome home again, Eve.” Her departure from Eden seemed so long ago And now most certainly one thing she did know She should have stuck with Adam when he first said, “No” Instead of bobbing for apples with the demons below * For Tony Brooks' “Halloween Hustle” contest