Templar Knight (Shadorma)
Templar knight
Prepares to face death
Enemies
Heed God’s call
Convert before it’s too late
Or prepare to die
Knight (Acrostic)
Know and feared by all
None dare stand in their way
Invoking their wrath
God has so ordained
Heathens and heretics bow before them
To meet their maker
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma (and Acrostic) Prompt – September 20, 2014
Armor – By G.S.K.
A simple jar caked in dust,
Its seal unbroken for many a year,
Left to the unabating chill of its tower cell.
Where did it come from,
Who left it to its lonely existence?
This solitary place of the hardest granite,
Cold and dark, leaves me bathed in anguish.
Was it abandoned for fear of some great chimerical creature,
Some nightmare from ancient mythology?
Perhaps a split tongued, beaked devil thrusting leathery wings?
What mystical secrets might this vessel reserve?
If only it could speak; what mysteries, dark and erratic might it tell?
Tales of knights, sprained, bent and broken in the heat of battle,
Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, bent on destroying its enigma,
Creatures from the pits of hell sent to capture it for Satan’s purposes,
Fair maidens sacrificed in its ultimate defense.
All this buried so long ago in its fortress tomb,
Protected by a simple jar caked in dust.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #7
On the breath of the hideous beast,
The musk of man most surely seeped through.
To him her throat was like an elaborate feast,
As his clawed hands wound, her fear grew.
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Her hair a mix of auburn tangle and knot,
From chase through thicket sharp and deep.
The witches coven in a diabolical plot,
Souls unsuspecting they hoped to reap.
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This fairest maiden, a nymph to be sure,
Was sacrificed to Hell on Albatross wing.
As Satan’s minion fulfills their lore,
Discordant the coven dances and sings.
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Then the unlikeliest of heroes appeared,
A mendicant cloaked in camels hair robe.
Wielding a sword Templar cross in it was seared,
Though the Templars had vanished long ago I was told.
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Under Mother Ursa Minor, Polaris brightly shining,
The fleet-footed beggar struck a single fatal blow.
Striking the beast’s skull tangerine sparks blinding,
Sending him to Hell whence he came down below.
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Lowering his hood the beggar glowed unearthly white,
This man was not a man as we assumed.
Pointing his sword up to Heaven and the night,
He disappeared banishing the coven to the gloom.
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The beggar–an angel sent from Almighty I suppose,
Will the wonders from above never cease.
Sent to save us all from God’s worst demonic foes,
Guiding us into eternal peace.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The blood curdling scream from the dungeon below,
Made John pray to God for the hangman’s gallows.
This soldier of God stripped of vestments so pure,
Now nameless and faceless a test he was sure.
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I’ve done what was asked by king, country and Pope
In exchange for a promise to Heaven elope.
If I fall in battle to those savages in the east,
To sling, bow and arrow or some other horrid beast.
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Instead I’m betrayed by the kinsman I protect;
By cowards and fools those insignificant specks.,
Hiding behind crown whilst I lay on this rack,
Fingers and toes broke while they flail on my back.
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These charges of heresy are baseless and false,
I’ll deny to my death, to my last beating pulse.
Phillip IV King of motherland France,
Cooked up this scheme devious to embolden his stance.
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Our riches and land to be his at all costs,
No matter the lives of the Templar that are lost.
Castle and fortress captured by the crown,
Confiscated before Pope Clement could resound.
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This murderous thief will be judged before God,
Without royal finements, naked and unshod.
Surely he’ll be banished to Hades for his crimes,
Whilst I’ll be looking down on his torment for all times.
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Justice will be served though draw and quarter is my fate,
I long for the Lord at Saint Peter’s pearly gate.
For the righteous will receive promised Heaven’s just due,
Whilst river of fire awaits souls of evil to be threw.
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Soon my dear comrades in paradise I will join,
Those of you who’ve gone before by the heathen on the coin.
We’ll reap our sweet vengeance on this coward of the throne,
He’ll burn in Hell, consumed by fire, for eternity alone.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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