I am the conqueror for Christ,
his executioner made holy
by the blessing of the Pope.
I am the wrath of God made flesh,
to send the infidels to Hell
and give the Christians hope.
I slaughter children for the Lord
and eastern Christians too,
I end the life of women,
if they be Muslim or Jew.
I seek the joy of heaven's promise
by my fealty and faith,
but find my dreams
each night invaded
by wailing angry wraiths,
those ghosts of all the innocents,
made cold in righteous war,
to torment now my soul made black
where it was pure before.
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A Mind's Eye
PoetryA collection of poems grown from myth and mind. Gods, monsters, and mortal men in a variety of poetic forms. Narratives and allegories as deeply rooted in the psyches of modern humanity, as in the civilizations that planted those seeds. Songs from d...
