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


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

    Beautifully written, brad. I love the knights

  2. Wonderful! This is a man of whom I have great admiration, as well as for the Templars! Beautiful work! You have reminded me of one of my passions…

  3. Jim Borden says:

    wonderful poem, Brad. I did not know that Molay was a real person until I read valenciartist’s comment, and then looked him up. His death sounded painful, but his legend lives on…

  4. kristianw84 says:

    This is so beautifully written! I have always been fond of the Knights Templar.

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