The Judgement of Michael

He is Saint Michael of the flaming sword
His curl'd head wreath'd in flame.

His wings with a myriad curving blades
Cut and climb the cloudy air.

His sword is terrible and high:
The devil is a distraught worm.

O yellow flame of swift blade!
O red and inwrith'd worm!
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