Monday, December 5, 2022

The Battle


The Battle
by Lord R.e. Taylor

I was there when the Devil lost his battle
Never ever had such shame been seen before
Both tried to do what had never been done
But when the bows went across the strings
And chords were played which were never heard
The mountains eternally echoed the music
The Earth shook and babies cried
It was the night when Johnny got the fiddle
It was the night the Devil got the finger
When angles appeared from Heaven
And the gates to Hell slammed shut
It was a night to be remembered

© Poem – XII/V/MMXXII
LRET

Picture by Sheila Rosamond


 

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