"the bell was rung and the fight was on as the devil leaped in fury
But through all his evil tricks, he came undone
He threw his jabs of hate and lust, and stabbed with pride and envy
But the hands that knew no sin blocked every one
For forty days and nights they fought, and Satan couldn't touch him
But the final blow was saved for the final round
Prophetically Christ's hands came down, and Satan struck in vengeance
The blow of death, fell Jesus, to the ground.
The devils roared in victory; the saints were shocked and perplexed,
As wounds appeared upon his hands and feet
Then Satan kicked him in his side, and blood and water flowed
As they waited for the ten count of defeat"
-exert from The Champion, one of the few poems I can recite from memory.