Friday, March 2, 2012
Poem: Order of Corenne - Lonely Knight.
My orders are always to keep:
The Faith, from the evils of Fire,
Persecution and undue Ire.
Let my arm be strong, my aim be true,
My shield hold and my virtue:
In the quiet and shadows I do train,
Waiting, patient—as those, that before came,
I sharpen my blade,
I oil my steel,
And I prefer for that one day:
When the waves will rise and the sun falls fast,
When the Knights of Corenne rise to the task.
Let it be soon,
Let it be now,
For I tire and ache,
Of seeing fellows hung low,
When our colors SHOULD show.
© 2012 Clifton Hill, all rights reserved.
A small taste, as it were, of my novel Felling Abberfaun. The Knights make an appearance in the novel that is both beautiful and sad, all in a hope to challenge religious tyranny that drove their peaceful order to near extinction. One day I will share their plight with you. For now, a poem will do.