O fiercest Virgin

O Fiercest virgin
Lash of devil’s waist
Defender of human race
Evening I hearken unto thee
torment I heed thy face
Thy royal throne
I bend thy support
Look kindly O Queen
Gentle storm of heavenly steel
Rainy cloud of pure strike
Clap of thunderous light

Destroy I beseech thee
the camp of roaming angels
Tent in dark cave
of the western gate
Penetrating like swollen ills
the skin of fallen male

In thy son’s holy name
Leave them scattered
Like pollen grains
May the evil ones acknowledge
Death-withered in their stumble
Victory to no one but God

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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2 Responses to O fiercest Virgin

  1. Pingback: O fiercest Virgin | Christians Anonymous

  2. Awesome content, thanks for sharing !!

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