The Devil’s Fiddle Plays Anon
I’ll waltz ye all to death and then damnation so I will,
Lilting melodies that buoyant keep thee by mine skill,
Sawing at mine woody instrument with racing hand,
Walzing all the living down to mine unhallowed land.
I’ll work a merry fever in the notes that rise, like wind,
Stealing thee away since every one on earth has sinned,
Just the fallen house of Adam, grappling for review,
When we know that judgement is a thing He can’t undo.
So hear the whirling notes spring up and clamour at thy soul,
Down into the clay we go to burrow like the mole,
Into outer darkness, into caves of endless breadth,
Worming down into the ground through dank decay and depth.
In your heart you may e’en want to ask God why this is,
Questions in rotation like a neverending quiz—
It’s because the house of Adam toppled under pride,
On that day with wide dismay we fell to death and died.
Cartwheels turning, spirits burning, under deadly weight,
Banished from the sight of God — His lofty golden gate,
Paradise perdition and the white of heaven black,
Duly go to hell below; there is no going back.
ADL
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