The Devil's Footprints
And from the Exe it rose; the river boiled
and yet the snows remained. The frozen white
rejected it and only hooves could mark
the purity. The passage of the Beast
ranged wide across the counties in the still
and witching hours when none of God's will roam.
What purpose but to fill with fear the hearts
of England's righteous men? The heathen will
raise speculation, pointless when we know
the Devil leads their minds to baser things
like Science; oh, they scoff, but can't explain,
and when they have no answer, call it "hoax".
I pity them, those faithless hearts, who mock
when Satan walks beside them in the snow.
And from the Exe it rose; the river boiled
and yet the snows remained. The frozen white
rejected it and only hooves could mark
the purity. The passage of the Beast
ranged wide across the counties in the still
and witching hours when none of God's will roam.
What purpose but to fill with fear the hearts
of England's righteous men? The heathen will
raise speculation, pointless when we know
the Devil leads their minds to baser things
like Science; oh, they scoff, but can't explain,
and when they have no answer, call it "hoax".
I pity them, those faithless hearts, who mock
when Satan walks beside them in the snow.
It could be worse