Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Chris Saitta May 17
I failed to love round, but fallen flat,
My head slumps down, over an ancient map,
My eyes roll back, over the mappa mundi verge,
Where waterfalls purl, and the sea serpent-sleep lies curled.
Mappa mundi are surviving Medieval maps of the world that often depicted sea monsters and dragons.  In spite of a common belief, most educated Medieval classes did not think the earth was flat (known as the Flat Earth myth) nor did most scholars from the classic Greek period on.  Similarly, no old world map contains the exact phrase “Here Be Dragons” to connote uncharted territories, though dragons and sea monsters often allegorically depicted the same.
The riders gleaming golden saddle
Hides the swirling, eternal battles

Fought within the bravest minds
Surfacing amongst the worst times

Laid bare to eyes they’ll never be
Imaginations one will never see
I wrote this to describe moments of anxiety that can be too much and overwhelming
Svetoslav Apr 4
Here our soldiers stand.
Waiting in a line to hear the battle cry
She is ready to lead her warriors to victory.
Sounds of warcries fill the air in the icy Northrend.
From distant lands, lots of new races are there to ally
This is the place where they will make history.
A history for new generations to remember
An ember in the ashes of dark ages
The time is finally here.

Thousands of undead flow upon her army
She doesn't flinch, while rallying the human flag.
"Freedom is here! It is in our heads and our hearts, Raise your hands for victory is near." She said.
****** battle took place, as the undead warriors decreased faster than her warriors

At the next moment they won, it was a small step for them,
but a giant leap for mankind
Everyone was celebrating...
Then, out of nowhere a traitor stabbed her in the back. She sadly couldn't make it, and she embraced the black. Her sacrifice brought a new page in the history of the kingdom of Agerron.
21 lines, 177 words
If you are curious, know that Northrend is a continent in Warcraft 3, and the undead a race there. Also the kingdom of Agerron is made by me and my friend for the game.
Elymaïs Mar 8
When the Saracen had been overcome,
We seized great numbers of them,
either killing or capturing them,
as we saw fit.
Our Princes also ordered the Saracen
Dead to be cast outside, because of the
great Stench, since the whole city was
filled with their Corpses.
Lo, the living Saracens dragged the
Dead before the exits of the Gates
and arranged them in Heaps
as High as Houses.
No one had ever Seen or Heard
of such a Slaughter of
People.
Pyres like Pyramids were formed
from them, and no one truly
knows their number,
except for God.

‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡
‡‡‡   GOD'S KINGDOM   ‡‡‡
‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡
‡‡‡   PART ONE   ‡‡‡
‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡

Lo, and the Flames of Battle
still Roared through the narrow
Streets as Dusk fell on the
Holy Sepulchre.
The Crusaders touched the Ancient
Stones of the Church with their
Fingertips as they entered the
Courtyard.
The approach of the Darkness
Obscured the ****** Fingerprints
which they left.

Godfrey of Bouillon, Mighty
Commander of our Crusader
Host, lifted his hand and we
Halted.
He, who sold his Lands and
Crowns in order to raise our
Swords in the name of the
Lord,
Who, having relinquished all
his Worldy Wealth and taken
up the Call of the Cross, now
Stood,
With his mortal eyes upon the
very Tomb of our Lord and Saviour,
Christ.

"Behold, Brother," said Eustace,
the Count of Boulogne and the
Elder Brother of Godfrey our
Prince;
"The Lord has granted you an
Appanage," he declared before
the Tomb of our Vindicator,
Jesus.
"For there is no Man here nor
in the Halls of the Pope's Palace
who will deny who the rightful
King should be."
"You have raised the captive
Jerusalem from her sullen, shackled
State."

Godfrey turned, Acknowledging
the Words that Eustace had
Spoken, for he Saw in their
Eyes —
Those who had Followed Him,
Those who had Done as he Had,
Who had taken up Sword and
Service;
"It is not to Me that you owe
your Fealty, my Friends, but
Firmly to the Name of
God."
"I am a Simple Servant, a Sinner,
Who seeks solely to Serve the
Sepulchre."

"Lo," said Tancred the Norman,
of the House of Hauteville;
"There is no Knight who would
object;"
"You have led us across the
Lands of Europe and Asia,
to the Foot of the Sepulchre
of Christ."
"Your Conduct is most Honoured,"
continued He to speak.
"Unlike that of your Younger
Sibling."
"How I wretch at the thought of
Him! How deeply it pains Me
To remember his Conduct at
Tarsus."
"Lo! Let us remember Those
Three Hundred Normans, which
he allowed to fall victim to
******,"
"Having turned them away at
the Gates of the City which I
had Delivered unto his hand in
Righteousness!"
"Surely, you are much more
Deserving of this Land's
Crown, moreso than that
Wretch."
"He has abandoned the Cross
of Jesus Christ to make a name for
Himself."

Eustace and Godfrey, the two
Elder Brothers of the one of
whom Tancred spoke, became
Cross.
Though Baldwin, the wayward
Sibling, had indeed Transgressed
against Tancred at Tarsus truly
Terribly,
His Deeds had Dashed any Doubt
of his Devotion to the Divine
Justice which they had sought to
Deliver.
For Baldwin, Christly of Character,
was Begged by Bagrat the Armenian,
who asked for his Intercession in his
Homeland.
"You shall speak no more ill of
my Kin," said Eustace, the eldest,
for his brother Godfrey was far too
Humble.
"Did not the Lord of Edessa,
Theodoros the Kouropalates,
adopt Baldwin as he were his own
Son?"
"Did not the Faithful of the
Land of Armenia raise their
Swords in his Support and
Praise?"
"I beg of you, Blessed Knight
of the House of Hauteville,
Be Still of your Injurious
Instigation,"
"For I will hear no more of it."
To Eustace of Boulogne belonged these
Words.

Robert the Norman, Son of England's
Conqueror William, and the Ward
of the Fiefdoms of the Viking,
Rollo,
Stepped forward with Robert the
Fleming, Inheritor of the Land
of Flanders which was once Ruled
by Ironarm.
"There is no Purpose in this Quarrel
over these petty matters, my Friends,"
offered the Norman these Words of
Peace.
"We have won a Great Victory
in the name of our Almighty Lord,
God."

Robert the Fleming agreed with his
Norman comrade. Their sentiments
were shared by Gaston, the Count of
Béarn.
Godfrey was relieved that once more
the Peace had been restored among
the Company of Crusaders in that
Courtyard.
The Darkness that encroached did
very little to mitigate the Levantine
Heat.

"Lo," said Godfrey. "Truly if
there is no Other you wish to
offer the Crown of Jerusalem,
then,"
"I will defend the Holy Sepulchre
with all of my Might, so help me
God."

‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡
‡‡‡   GOD'S KINGDOM   ‡‡‡
‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡
‡‡‡   PART TWO   ‡‡‡
‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡

Lo, and two nights had passed since
the Fall of the Fatimid Forces at
the very Gates of God's Stronghold,
Jerusalem.
Christian Knights who had Nobly
and Fiercely Fought alongside one
another, from many Lands, now
Stood,
Sanctioned to Save the Sepulchre
by the Hand of God in Gooodness,
Victorious.

From their Princes a Parliament was
called to determine the fate of the
Lands which had been at Long Last
Liberated.
To fail to mention the Famous
Names that made up that very
Council would Cruelly Cut their
Praises,
And rob them of the Righteous
Renown that is Known to be
Owned by them — a truly heinous
Act.

There was Raymond of St. Gilles,
the Count of Tripoli, who had
Routed the Assault on Antioch
Bravely,
Who had been at the Discovery
of the Holy Lance which had pierced
the very Side of our God in Flesh,
Christ;
The Crusaders, having heard of the
Finding of the Lost Lance of Longinus,
were compelled by the Holy Spirit to
Victory.
To fail to acknowledge his presence
Would be to fail to acknowledge a
Hero.

There was also Galdemar Carpenel,
A follower of Raymond of St Gilles,
Who had siezed Cayphas for his own
Governance.
Surely he deserved such a Righteous
Reward for his Courageous Campaign,
But,

There was also Tancred, who had seized
the Lands of Ancient Galilee from the
Sniveling Saracen Scoundrel, Al-Mustali
Billah.
Of Tancred I should speak most
Fondly, for his Skill on the Field
of Fighting was Forged by his own
Hand;
Son of Emma and Odo the Good,
Nephew of Bohemond of Antioch,
Tancred was a fine fellow of excellent
Nature.
He was patient of Heart, which
Only increased his Prowess in the
Art of War, granting him much
Insight.
He was known for his Diligent
Execution of Manoeuvres, and
to Him a great deal of Honour is
Owed.
Surely Tancred has earned his place
at the Right Hand of the Almighty
God.

Blessed Gerard was there was well to
Represent the Christian Hospice of
Jerusalem. There was also Anthony of
Arsour.
Savary, a Learned Lay Preacher, would
serve as the Pontiff's eyes on the
Council.

"Surely," proclaimed Godfrey, Ordained
Overseer of Our Lord's Own Lands,
"We must Establish in these Lands our
Laws."
"The Fatimid Caliph, Al-Mustali Billah,
Saracen Scourge of the Sacred City, still
Prowls."

"It is without Question," proclaimed Tancred,
in support of his Clever and Courageous
Commander, "that the King must wield
Authority."
"All the Estates for which we have laid
Foundations and Fortifications, for the
defense of the land of Jerusalem, are
Yours."
"And, surely," continued the noble Norman
Tancred, "not one man here will object to his
Obligations."

Blessed Gerard and Savary would bow
their heads in agreement to the Norman's
Cause.

"Indeed," added Anthony of Arsour,
a loyal servant of Godfrey while on
Campaign.

"I must raise the issue of Cayphas," said
Galdemar Carpenel, a mighty Crusader
of Christian Virtue and Dignity. He
Stood,
Acknowledging Tancred, his rival, and
said, "I secured the city of Cayphas from the
Saracen, but Tancred claims that Cayphas is
His."
"If you should see fit to return Cayphas to
this Norman Never-Do-Well, then so
be it, but I requre satisfaction for this
Loss."
"If you should take this city from me,
I would require a city of equal
Prestige."

"Surely," said Godfrey their Ruler,
speaking with wisdom and wit about
him, "this is a justified demand to
Make."
"Surrender Cayphas to its rightful
governor — you shall have St. Abraham
Instead."

"This is most pleasing to me," said
Galdemar, who would uphold his
Promise.

"Surely then it is confirmed," said
Raymond of St. Gilles, "that Godfrey
is our King. Who then will agree with
this?"
"If anybody should object to my statement,
Make your treachery known and make it
Fast."

Lo, and not a single man disagreed
except for Godfrey, who was too humble.
"Friends, I am your Prince, but I am no
King,"
"For in this land where my Saviour wore
a Crown of Thorns, I will not wear one of
Gold."

"Truly a righteous sentiment," proclaimed
Savary, the learned man. "Surely willed by
God."

"It must be so," proclaimed Raymond of
St. Gilles, who bowed his head in great
Respect.

"This is God's Kingdom," proclaimed
Godfrey, lifting his hands and raising his
Eyes to the vaults of the very high
Ceiling.
Falling to his knees, he made the Sign
of the Cross and proclaimed, "Not to
Me, O Lord, but to your Name give
Glory!"
"The Fatimid still scourges your Province,
but my Sword is still Sharp! Hèlas, to
War!"

Lo, and the gathered-there men did cry
out in support of their Liege and of their
Lord.

‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡
‡‡‡   GOD'S KINGDOM   ‡‡‡
‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡
‡‡‡   PART THREE   ‡‡‡
‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡

Lo, and the call went out to All
of Godfrey's Valiant Vassals, that
they should Surround the City of
Ascalon.
Surely, shattering the Saracen's
sordid sovereignty over the very
Corners of Canaan would be
Possible,
If only his Fast Foothold on
the Cusp of the Coast were to
Slip.

Raymond of St. Gilles would
ride out to Jaffa, where the Host
he had so boldly commanded
Awaited.
"In five days," he did promise
before he left to take command,
"I will make camps to beleaguer
Ascalon."
"If I fail in this swiftness for
any Fault Found of Me, then
may the Lord's Justice be on
me!"
And with that he went, taking
with him his retainers and loyal
knights.

Antoine of Arsour and the
Count of Hebron, Galdemar,
Godefroy assigned to his own
host.
"You are my loyal servants,"
he praised them most piously.
"Truly God was smiling upon
Me,"
"When I gained such friends,
so Valiant and so Virtuous of
Heart."

Tancred, Noblest of Normans,
rode to assemble the Garrison
which Guarded the Gates of
Caesarea.
"These Soldiers which you have
need of — as God is my witness,
I shall deliver them unto you or
Die."
"I swore an oath to You and
God," Tancred did declare,
"Woe him who wishes that I
Fail!"
"I shall have brought them in
ten days and not a day longer to
Ascalon."

On the very day that Raymond
arrived in Ascalon, a small
Host of Hostile Saracens did
Assail.
Quickly and Quietly were the
Cowardly Caliphites Condemned
to Crumble before the Cunning
Crusaders.
Three hundred Saracen swords
no longer had hands to hold their
Hilts.

On the Twelfth Day of August
Godfrey, their Noble Prince,
arrived to their aid with many
Knights.
A great Column of Crusaders
as Wide as the Waters of the
Great Sea now supported the
Vanguards.
The Siege of Ascalon would
begin in earnest with the next
Morning.

Fornight came and fortnight
Went as the Siege of the City
of Ascalon dragged on and
On,
Until at last a Great Host of
Saracens finally came up from
the land of Egypt to break the
Siege.
At their Command was Yamin
the Mamluk, a renowned fighter
among the Ferocious Fatimids of
Egypt.
"God has drawn the divide here
between You and I," declared
Yamin the Mamluk, seeking
Peace.
"But, though he has given us
different Names, and we to
Him, do you not see our
Brotherhood?"
"Truly, my Heart is Awfully
Aggrieved to have to raise the
Sword."

Godfrey, hearing none of the
Mamluk's pleas for he believed
them False, declared the battle
Begun.
"I have not come here to make
War," said Godfrey, "but War
has been made for me and on
Me."
"I did not intend to take your
Cities by Force — I simply
gave my Will to God, who
Decided."
"This is God's Kingdom, and
He has Commanded my very
Steel."

The Mamluk Commander
lowered his head. "If you will
not reason with me, I must
Fight."
He raised his sword and Lo,
A Great Flood of Mamluks
and Saracens came charging
Forth.
From the Rising of the Sun
to the Death of the Day, the
Hordes Hounded the Weary
Warriors.
For every Saracen which met
his Death, there were ten which
Arose.

"Lose not your Heart, my
mighty Christian Crusaders,"
said Godfrey, raising sword on
High.
Lo, and though he was Struck
in the very Eye by the Hand of
a Saracen Warrior, Godfrey
Stood.
"Had God wished your blow
to **** me," he said, addressing
the Saracen, "I would have been
Silenced,"
"But He has seen fit to preserve
me — Hèlas! My cause is surely
Righteous!"

This assured the Crusaders
of the Divine Favour that God
had seen fit to bestow upon
Them,
Livening their Fervour and
Lighting the Fire of their
Ferocity.

"La samahha 'llah!" cried
the Mamluk Commander,
seeing the hampering of his
Host.
"Surely this Sore Aggrievance
is not deserved of Us, O
Almighty?"

Beaten and Battered, the
Saracen Scoundrels made
their Surrender known to
Godfrey.
Two months before the
Mass of Christ, the Caliph,
Al-Mustali Billah, sued for
peace.
"I have no more will to fight,"
said Al-Mustali, head hung
Low.

Godfrey accepted the Caliph's
sign of surrender two months
beforet the Mass of our Lord,
Christ.
A truce was struck to mark the
boundary with Egypt which he'd
Drawn.
Legends from the Early Kingdom of Jerusalem
Svetoslav Feb 10
Walls of antiquity covered in green plants,
while hidden treasures are waiting to be found.
Rocky road leads every interested person
to uncover this mystery of history.

That's the Green castle,
sculpted by talented architects
millenniums ago will still remain stunning
in the eyes of the passer by for the rest to come.

With fields of tulips and a golden sunset,
piercing the flags of grass of the sunny gate
and solid foundations clung to the bowels of earth,
the castle changes its shades through the seasons.
Translated from Bulgarian
by Svetli
xjf Feb 7
Sitting here
in my cardboard abode
I found it to be laborious
and a hassle
to find my joys hidden
in forbidden code

I've made my peace
with being this castles rascal

------------------------------------------------------------

T­he bile tongued prince
sat upon his minced words
trying to dismiss the news
that he had heard
But the taunting is ever present
To think that all this haunting
was brought on by the peasants

The advisor was all the wiser
for remaining silent
He'd learned his words
are sometimes better unspent
Letting youth flap carelessly
like the sigil above the hall
With a clap and a tap
the prince barks to answer the call

He seemed hesitant
as any should be in this time
He bluffed confidence
as he declared the act a crime  

So pick up arms
This burden befalls on all
who can woo
No telling by the yelling
on how many sons
mothers went through
Red and black
a snake like tide
walked and waved
as it passed through the gate
A shimmering glide
the baking sun glinted
off every single armor plate
Acting accountant
for how many would be lost
The sun an abacus
showing what it would cost    

To war
Maya Jan 3
In the time of love,
I am locked in a dungeon.
My heart is bleeding from the silver chains.
Then, small slight steps approach the bars of hate.
Your eyes stared into mine.
A fairy-tale with no true beginning.
Abner Ros Nov 2020
Surrounding the family of six was a woodland,
shrouded in shrubbery and
trees which seemingly rose upward forever,
linking the earth to the heavens.
The forest wrapped around the castle like a bandage on a wound,
isolating them from those far beyond the greenery and
obscuring the perfect orange circle which did not
shine upon the bitter Hold.
Shane Leigh Aug 2017
I feel no peace,
No calm,
No mortification,
No … anything
While I contemplate
The cracks,
The creaks,
The massive holes,
And the falling stones
Of this dying city.
© Shane Leigh
Charleigh Huston Sep 2020
Our love was a BATTLE;
Between our two hearts
Swords clashed together
Of clanging steel

I refused to bow,
To your royal seal
My sword raised
And cut our love in two;

The battle ceased,
Victory rang prosy
And all I feel
Pain -
Of what I had to undo
Next page