A golden-winged Angel stood <br />Before the Eternal Judgement-seat: <br />His looks were wild, and Devils' blood <br />Stained his dainty hands and feet. <br />The Father and the Son <br />Knew that strife was now begun. <br />They knew that Satan had broken his chain, <br />And with millions of daemons in his train, <br />Was ranging over the world again. <br />Before the Angel had told his tale, <br />A sweet and a creeping sound <br />Like the rushing of wings was heard around; <br />And suddenly the lamps grew pale-- <br />The lamps, before the Archangels seven, <br />That burn continually in Heaven.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-satan-broken-loose/
