Masquerageous

Masquerageous

I’ve heard, before October’s through,
That Jesus dons a pair of horns.
Yet can it be, on Halloween,
He parties like he’s seventeen ?

Do you suppose, the Devil too,
Wears white beneath a crown of thorns ?
With eyes of innocence and calm,
And fake stigmata in his palm ?

And in a nightclub, might they meet
Their mirror-image of yesterday.
Perhaps they’re secretly impressed
With how their counterpart is dressed.

I guess a glance is how they greet,
A silent shock and smirk that say:
“Enjoy my life, and burn it bright –
I shan’t be needing it tonight.”