Archangels Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

One man stares at a vast army
stretching as far as he can see
in every direction.

Grinning, he draws his sword,
a katana made from a blood-red ruby.

The soldiers stare bewildered
as he flashes from one to another
piercing their armour
with his blade.

The army turns in terror
and tries to flee,
but he cuts down the soldiers one by one.

The officers stare in disbelief -
how can one man
defeat an army of ten thousand soldiers
on his own?

No matter,
they call in the reserves -
one hundred giants
towering above the trees.

Each giant wields
a sword weighing two tons,
and wears armour a foot thick.

When they laugh,
the ground shakes,
and craters form beneath their feet.

The giants lift their swords,
then a second later they all fall -
a sword has pierced each of their hearts.

The man with the katana grins
light shines from his gold wings
and white silk robes.

Nothing can defeat him -
this demon will conquer the world,
but then his grin fades.

Before him stands a creature like himself
yet twice as tall.
It holds a katana as well -
except one made of crystal.

Lucifer frowns as he prepares
to fight yet another battle
against the Archangel
St. Michael.