The War of Beelzebub

Walking down the park path,
Flies number in the hundreds
Swarming my hair, my face,
My back, my sides, my belly.
Biting everything they can gnaw.
Such it is, Beelzebub rises
From the Gehenna,
And the war is ferocious...
The flies, his minions,
His rioters and drunkards and philistines
They swarm the world, and bit
All who pass by.
Soon, Wisdom releases her arrows
And the Dragon Flies
Like Seraphim come,
And they eat the flies 
One by one, and their numbers
Lessen, and their larva
Cannot be grown to multiply.