The Great Red Dragon

A poem for Blake

The Great Red Dragon

What beast is this that lurks in the darkness

And hides its hideous head from the world?

From the depths behold, a great red dragon!

Boasting seven heads and ten monstrous horns,

Atop its horns are seven diadems

And large iron teeth, devouring all,

Trampling all that remain, underfoot.

The woman, clothed in the sun, hides her face,

But the beast bides for her unborn babe,

To consume him, the child of the sun,

And thus snuff out the candle of God’s hope.

With his tail he sweeps the stars from heaven

At least of third swiped clean out of the sky!

Seeing this, Michael calls his angels to arms,

To defend heaven from the faithless fiend.

Michael’s sword strikes the dragon’s sturdy skin,

But the dragon and his angels fight back.

Hand to hand and soul to soulless they fight,

But the mutant is heaved out of Heaven

And hurled headlong toward the fires of Hell,

Along with his myriad host condemned.

Author's Note

Notice: I have no religious beliefs. Sorry if I offended anyone :)
I wrote this to go along with William Blake's painting "The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun"