in the holy spaces of light
where peace once rested gently
a shattering roar split the air
heaven trembled under its own weight
Michael stood like a towering flame
his sword carved from justice itself
the angels bore shields of unyielding gold
their eyes mirrors of eternal truth
the dragon coiled in smoke and shadow
its scales glinting with ancient deceit
a voice like thunder screamed rebellion
its claws tore at the fabric of grace
but Michael did not falter or fear
he swung his truth against the storm
each blow peeling lies from the sky
each clash shifting heavens into balance
the dragon fell screaming through light
driven down by the weight of his sin
cast onto the earth like trembling ash
his pride shattered beneath holy fire
and though the heavens still bear scars
the stars burn brighter in victory’s wake