Breathless I stare aghast and opaque
Stripped bear to the flesh, beaten & broke
Quests can no longer quench my soul
My innards are shred as wounds to the world.
Open sores cover where once was a cross
Halielujah I’ve cried but find it hard to respond.
My armour was strong my speed was my guide
To Jerusalem I rode with God on my side
For Christendom, eternity, In Hoc Signo Vinces
The steel of my sword that wielded the light.
Comrades whose love have camped by my side
Lay scattered, defeated, beaten & lost.
On this sand I now kneel my sword as my rest
My beliefs have deserted alone I must die.
Good knight is my prayer 50 bezants were true
Exuvias Modo Mortales, just mere mortals to you.
Closing my eyes the trumpets have gone
Visions of Jesus & Godfrey before
As the sand passes over and creeps through my bones
Death is my end but a matyr am I