The Crusade

(Discovered in a discarded bible, worn and stained with blood)

Through tearing gusts of wind-swept blades, O'er tempest ravaged seas of black, Heaven's tears turned freezing slate, Lightning falls with boom and crack. Ghastly visions hell then casts, To stem the tide of blazing faith, Mong endless depths we stand steadfast, Forcing back beast and wraith.

We proctors of your counted days, Avatars of Divine Grace, Wielding blades of tempered faith, To lay the wretched in their place. Down amongst the lowest fiends, Holding to what you know is right, Never gainst the darkness lean, And fall while screaming "Fight! Fight! Fight!"