One set out for failure
willing to meet his doom.
Six before him died,
each in an unnamed tomb.
Stepping behind a prophet
who’d led the six to die,
out of love they fell behind
the man with the falcon’s eye.
Love showered the prophet;
death traced its mark.
The unenlightened man
led another out of the dark.
The prophet, aye, he was guided
by a merciful, loving Hand.
The fingers that guided him were the ones
the dark could not withstand.
Fell shadow’s bow was bent;
it’s sword reared back to fall.
Love’s form stepped ‘neath its deadening thrust
and died to save them all.
The arrow condemning the guilty
sliced the air to hit the One
Who’s Hand guided the prophet
and guarded the Sixth Knight’s son.
You treasonous went free –
let the earth resound and ring:
you lost were saved by One –
The One Who died Is King.
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