de Molay
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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
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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
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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
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Beautifully written, brad. I love the knights
Thank you, Beth!
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…
Thank you, my friend! I am glad it fueled your passions.
You’re very welcome!
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…
Thank you, Jim! The story of his life is epic and would rival any of the Greek tragedies.
now I need to read more about him!
This is so beautifully written! I have always been fond of the Knights Templar.
Thank you, my dear friend!
Superbly evoked
Thank you kindly!