The Black Dragon uncoils his
Hideous serpentine body,
Threateningly spreading out
His wicked bat-like wings,
Then he rushes downward,
Burning through the dark clouds,
Looking for someone to devour;
But the White Dove of Light
Peacefully and silently uncloaks,
With the Lord of Divine Mercy
Riding valiantly on His back,
And so, they reveal Themselves to
The enemy, who belches forth
Blasphemous flames, utterly terrified;
Then, as the good and Mighty Lord blows
The great Trumpet of Trust,
The Black Dragon,
Wailing in great pain,
Writhes convulsively,
And falls, down, down, down,
Into the murky and malicious
Dungeon of Death.