In honour of Jacques de Molay
The nine of us rode towards Jerusalem
To find the secrets of this king;
We searched the woods for angel guides,
But only found abandoned wings.
Still the unicorns had left a trace
Across the eastern skies,
That led to the holy city
Where two prophets once had died.
The king there gave us shelter;
Inside the temple walls,
Where Solomon had wisely ruled,
Until his own downfall.
It was there beneath the stable crept,
We found the secret, lost so long
That could reshape the conquered lands of Christ
And shake the power of Rome.
But, the secret was not revealed,
Exchanged instead for power,
We were made anointed ones,
Advanced beyond all others.
And that is how it remained
Until the last Crusade had failed;
Then when a new force betrayed us –
Our secret with the nine ships sailed.
John Anthony Fingleton (Avril 2016) (Löst Viking)