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