de Molay


In the tincture of sullen mist

Rises the faint cry, man bound

And lies the nations for this

For unworn the thorny crown

And jester snickers duplicitous


Stone walls creep and keep

Mortared in kinsman marrow

Upon the moor, across the deep

To stave the poisoned arrows

And quills that vane their flight


Battered armor creaks its years

As a knee falls, ne’er submission

But to suffer his Lord to hear

His sins given holy regression

A scabbard falls, steel meets light


De Molay, just a humble man

Oath sworn in dawning light

Righteousness begs now he stand

God’s soldier in coming fight

Red-crossed, rises Templar Knight


10 Responses to “de Molay”
  1. beth says:

    ode to the templar knight – well done

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Always loved to read about the Templar Knights, incredible warrior monks! Great ode to a great man.

  3. jonicaggiano says:

    Such a touching piece and historical, which I love.

    “Mortared in kinsman marrow
    Upon the moor, across the deep
    To stave the poisoned arrows”

    Love these lines especially. Great writing Brad. Love ❤️ Jonikins

  4. Jim Borden says:

    they seemed like a special breed; wonderful tribute, Brad!

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