A brightness, sword-held.
A beauty, stern-faced.
A being, awes as it alarms.
Angel warrior's.
And a devilish host
Can not otherwise
Up at, but caught staring be.
With holy tremors.
'Fear not! ' To God's own
All they embody!
Deflects, whose aura of peace
Its agitators.
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