Every night,
she stood outside
the devil's door,
desperately clutching onto
all the hands,
all the souls not ready to depart yet,
still clawing at the door frame.
She stands there,
tears streaming down her face,
still reaching out,
grabbing hands and
straining, pulling
taking them back to where they should be,
alive.

But no matter how much she does this,
no matter how long she stays,
trying to save everyone,
she can never save everyone.