Poem 200 – Smote by the Blow

Then Satan first knew pain
And writhed him to and fro convolved…

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book VI, 327-328

Smote by the blow, flesh rent in twain
Then Satan first knew pain.
Bold in open combat, blade meeting blade,
There Satan’s pride was unmade.
Defending his kingdom, beliefs and wards,
Then Satan was struck by heavenly sword.
As cannon rang out, and even angels died,
The battle was lost, and even demons cried.


Dear readers,

Firstly, sorry for missing the poem last Wednesday – I had a very long day of work. I will make two posts today, not so much in compensation, but so that I keep up to schedule. I hope that you enjoy the poems.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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