The Eagle Speaks to the Serpent

“The Eagle Speaks to the Serpent and Says:
Adieu, Farewell Earth’s Curse”

Adieu, farewell earth’s curse!
Seldom we find things worse
When we spread our wings thin.
We know tip to tip what sin
Beneath our shadow lies;
You are sick, you must die.
    Lord, reign glory on us!

Serpent, your slithering
Has got you meaner things;
You stole eggs from neighbors,
Ate unborn slitherers,
Spit spittle, poison’d eyes;
You are sick, you must die.
    Lord, reign glory on us!

To deliver from th’sand,
Foul creature, will death’s hand
Come, though you gravely crawl.
This death, by my wings, falls
From irritated skies;
You are sick, you must die.
    Lord, reign glory on us!

When this shadow does come,
Your numbers will lose sum.
No corpse to feed your worms,
My grace digests your germs;
A foul stench testifies:
You are sick, you must die.
    Lord, reign glory on us!

Your slow escape does prove
The graceless way you move
Makes you natural food.
You once were fast and rude,
Now hear me swoop and cry;
“You are sick, you must die.
    Lord, reigns his glory on us!”

Peace now Slitherer, peace.
In my claws, you will cease.
Take one last look below;
Land of mirth and shadow
Sings aloud, unified:
“You were sick, now you die.
    Lord reigned his glory on us!”