Of the four poems about the Stranger I like this one second best to 'Dies'. The rythm is nice and flows well through most of it. I especially liked "When down goes the head of praying life,Using the same old jagged knifeWith six inches cut on either sideTil evil had won,

And good had died--"Very well done. The only reason this one isn't my favorite of the four is because of the length. It feels like if you had cut it down a little bit it would have been easier to follow. Nice job!(It's probably just me but while reading this I had images of not just Satan but Bush and Darth Vader popping into my head... especially Darth Vader)

Some words seemed forced, but that's alright as everyone does that now and then. Putting that aside, this is as nice a poem as your other works.