A Lesson From the Auction of Damnation

In the auction of damnation They sell souls of the damned, Those who plummet from the summit On the auction block will land. If hell is where you’re heading Prepare for being bought, But if you desire being buyer Then this tale is worth your thoughts. A demon of high status Dained to bid upon a soul, Paddle raised with steady gaze And thus his prize was doled. In all of the excitement And contracts being signed The highest bidder forgot to consider Just what soul he’d been assigned. He’d wanted slave or stallion Mascot, food or pet, But instead the undead demon Got a lesson he won’t forget. You see our sweet souled sinner Was of the different sort, The misbegotten he had gotten Was a friend of heaven’s court. The dead the demon bid on Was of the feline kind Throughout her time, lives being nine Hell and heaven both housed her mind. Despite being a menace As are most cats for sure, The angels all dangled Like puppets for her. When calamity fell her At the ripe life of nine, Her final rest was contested As both sides yelled: “Mine!” Thus began a court battle Like had never been seen, Since Hades was swayed he Let Eurydice leave. The demon seemed winner With contract in hand, But the religious are litigious And refused to aband. The proceedings took hours And then weeks and months, The jury’s eyes grew blurry And they wished to have lunch. At the point of a standstill Old Solomon spoke, Just like the torn newborn This cat’s owned by both. Instead of reaching for saw The argument quelled The feline roamed freely Between heaven and hell.