Saint Michael

In realms unseen, where angels tread,

A figure stands with wings widespread.

Saint Michael, mighty, in armor bright,

A guardian of celestial light.

With sword in hand and shield held high,

A defender 'neath the cosmic sky.

Against the shadows, he takes a stand,

A warrior in the angelic band.

Oh, Saint Michael, with eyes so keen,

In heavenly battles, you intervene.

Your presence felt in the cosmic fight,

Against the darkness, a beacon of light.

With strength unmatched and courage bold,

A story of celestial battles told.

Your wingspan wide, a majestic sight,

In the tapestry of heaven's flight.

In Revelation's tale, you lead the way,

The dragon thwarted, cast astray.

A symbol of triumph, of righteousness,

In the cosmic theater, an archangel's address.

On September's eve, your feast is sung,

In prayers whispered, your name is hung.

Saint Michael, guardian, protector true,

Guide us through, in all we pursue.

As stars adorn the velvet night,

Saint Michael, keeper of the light.

In the celestial dance, your presence sways,

A hymn of reverence, a chorus of praise.

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