Ode To The Knights Of The Temple
Hearts of gold, hearts for god, forged in fire and baptised in blood.
Renouncing all for the narrow path to glory, sworn to guard that path for the benefit others.
Two by two on horseback, sharing bread, sharing blood; their house, the vault of the sky, nights spent lost in contemplation, days filled with sweat tears and harsh labours.
Adoration of the cross, veneration of death, sacred and secret dances, the skull of the Baptist.
Holy heretics in a holy war and wealthy ascetics crying poor.
Heroes, slaves of god, mendicant murderers, and sensual saints.
On a most unholy day they fell out of sight, lost to us for a season, that they might return once again on a most holy day and to rule over the wicked and over the wise.