The Demon Bowler

They prepared in the heavens a quick wicket,
Set for a heavenly game of cricket,
The angels were divided into two,
One set in red and the other in blue,
The coin was tossed for who would field,
They in blue had to yield,
The game had now begun,
A match of cricket to be won.

The reds smashed ball upon ball as far as hell,
And the blues too fielded well,
As the runs ticked one after another,
So too did the wickets one after another,
After the last wicket did fall,
They counted several scores of runs in all,
Now the blues took to the bat,
Hoping victory to be a fact.

They sent the balls beyond the heavens,
Pity runs could not be counted in sevens,
Then a bowler broke an arm,
That did the attack much harm,
Out of bowlers they decided “oh well”,
“Let us pluck one from the depths of hell”,
They picked a demon to help them bowl,
And excused it as a chance to save his soul.

With only one over and three wickets to go,
He looked bent, hellishly so,
The first ball uprooted the middle stump,
The second barely evaded a mighty thump,
The third was caught at slip,
Just as an angel failed to avoid the chip,
The next so fast it carried a daze,
Which left all the angels in a daze.

But as the last wicket fell,
The demon fled and rushed to hell,
I can’t say what became of him,
Some say he was found and found peace within,
That they managed to save his soul,
On the strength that he could bowl,
This is a story I’ve heard so well,
Of the bowler from deep in hell.