The Devil Danced At Midnight
THE DEVIL DANCED AT MIDNIGHT
The devil danced at midnight
beneath a waning moon
with his minions before him,
twas a sight to make one swoon.
He pranced in jubilation,
then capered with a shout,
his arms flailed like a windmill
as his legions danced about.
He cursed the God of heaven,
the demon horde gave tongue.
He vowed to steal each mortal soul,
every single one.
But first a plan was needed
to carry out the deed,
some way to blind humanity
so no danger was perceived.
"Our appearance must be winsome,
our ways seem as a lark,
we mustn't ever let them know
our agenda is so dark."
"Let's make for them a holiday,
the best they've ever seen,
we'll give it to their children
and we'll call it Halloween."
"They'll dress as little goblins,
as pirates and as ghouls,
they'll have parties in their churches
and one at every school."
"They'll beg adults for candy
while they roam from street to street,
dressed as little monsters
as they shout out trick or treat."
"How can there be real devils
if it's just a game they play,
no one will believe in us,
that's how we'll win the day."
"We'll confuse these hapless mortals,
in God they'll have their doubts,
they'll all be dead and buried
ere they know what we're about."
"And if they die in mortal sin
well then my friends we've won,
they'll spend eternity with us,
every single one."
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