The Bus to Morden

She met Satan once.
On the bus.
He liked travelling on the top deck.
At the front.

She sat next to him.
She didn't know he was Mephisto.
He said he was going to Morden.
For lunch.

"You look sad" said Satan
"Tell me why".
"I am lost." She sighed "I have no purpose.
No love."

"I feel cursed. Not blessed.
And invisible to others.
My heart is good.
But empty."

"Do you see this view?" the Devil asked
He pointed ahead.
To a blissful beautiful world
Beyond Morden.

"When your time comes this will be yours"
Whispered the Old Man.
"All yours.
If you want."

She wanted. Oh how she wanted.
She knew in her empty heart
This was her paradise.
"What's the catch?" she said.

"I can fill your heart
With love and joy
So full you will feel blessed indeed.
It will last forever."

"But you're right. There is a price.
There is always a price.
You cannot serve two masters
You will only have one love."

The bus stopped at Morden.
And Lucifer got off. For lunch.
She left too,
To find her Father.

Old Nick was right. He usually is.
Her heart was filled with love and joy.
She lived in daily ecstasy.
But there was a price.

Her heart was so full of joy for The One,
She had no room for anything else.
She had suitors and favourites by the dozen
But she was devoted only to Him.

The Devil was smart.
He had revived the rose but covered it in thorns
Beautiful. Untouchable.
Loved. From afar.