Poet #14- Tale of the Templars


MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alAiENqhRxM

In ages gone by 
Beneath pale foreign skies 
Devout Christian pilgrims 
Came travelling.

They sought absolution 
Or a divine solution, 
As their kingdoms back home 
Were unravelling.

But their way was haunted 
And their treasures were wanted 
By the saracen king 

His brigands would attack, 
With a bow, sword or axe, 
Then vanish, as if they’d  
Never been there.

Now the Christian kings knew 
That this just wouldn’t do. 
They needed to safeguard 
Their empire.

So an order was formed 
And a legend was born. 
They went by the name of 
“Knights Templar”.

For decades and years 
Heathens died on their spears. 
And the age of the Templars 
Was golden.

Never short of recruits, 
Minstrels sang on their lutes 
How their charges were a sight 
To beholden.

But when Acre was burned 
The tables were turned 
And the Templars they fell 
Out of favour.

With the Holy Land lost 
At a terrible cost. 
Now the Order had something 
To pay for. 
They had failed in their cause 
And betrayed the old laws, 
Now the time had come for 

The Templars were tried, 
Then were tortured and died 
At the hands of the Spanish 

In ages gone by 
Beneath pale foreign skies 
Brave Christians crossed over 
The border.

The old roads were the same 
But they echoed the name 
Of their one time guardians:   
“Knights Templar.”

The End

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