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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

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