Death of the dragon

Death meets its doom

Death he was a dragon
Birthed in Lillith’s womb
He vowed to destroy man
His alter was a tomb

He served the devil and his pride
He brought the woman down
He sullied up the covenant
He stole the man’s great crown

He deceived the womam
He entered into earth
He gave birth to generations
His power was the curse

This sly dragon leviathan
He would meet his match
On the cross in that tomb
To God he was no match

Christ he slew the dragon
Chopped off his heads
Took away his authority
Vanquish his great dread

Now he is a spirit
Spiteful and forlorn
The second Adam came
And sawed off his horn