Middle Ages
M anors towering
Over the horizon
Western skies ablazon
With majesty possessing.
E arth trodden soil
Bearing feet of noble birth
Tramping blades of aged turf,
Hearts destined to inner turmoil.
D anger lurking in
Shadows of the silent souls:
Smoldering, burning coals
Leaving scares of ashes within.
I nsightful minds too
Rare to locate in this time,
Appearing so sublime
Their radiant light shining through.
E vening abbey bells
Sound the coming jubilee,
To mass we grandly flee
The Sabbath day the priest foretells.
V iking raiders come
Arriving by the ocean,
Longboats sail in motion,
Stealthy in their horrible glum.
A rmies marching near
Pillaging every city
Sorrow filled with pity,
Echoing cries of solemn fear.
L aughing now has ceased
Only silence here to reign
With nothing left to gain
So many loved ones now deceased.
T ime is ticking to
A close, another plunder
Resounds like dark thunder
Beckoning to “The Red” anew.
I nto the misty,
Frosty air of the midnight
Eric leads the new fight
Away from the ruins gritty.
M an after man of
Norsemen racing to the west
Shouting cries of the beast
Charging towards the mountains above.
E arly morning now
Is here, but the Viking king
Is nowhere to be seen
He has fled after half a bow.
S ilent knights stand tall
For they have fended the
Scoundrel attack; they see
New rays of hope starting to call
“Long live Christ Jesus,
Savior of us all!”
Copyright © Katrina Margell | Year Posted 2005
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