The devil took a chance
One last despairing dance,
Of death or victory complete.
He’d killed the prophets, stoned their sons,
Dispersed his lies in clever cons.
Sure in sardonic pride he drew
His sword of hate, and Christ he slew.
Swinging the trigger on his thumb,
He felled his victim. Battle won!
‘Twas victory hurranica
For Lucifer Satanica!
Then whence this stone rolled clean away?
These shining Beings’ bright array?
The cloth from off the Corpse’s face
Cast carefully beside the place
Where He had lain?
Vital! Alive! There stands the Man
Whom he had slain,
Christ, risen again!
The hand that held Hell’s gambling tub
Belonged to dark Beelzebub.
God’s, was the hand the dice had tossed,
And Satan lost………
by Williamina Harwood
