Sunday, July 8, 2012

Antioch

The banners were waving,
Armor glowed in the eastern light,
Hungry and spent,
Yet hope born of despair,
Before them went the Lance,
One glittering point amidst many,
A charge, a rallying cry,
Once more unto the fray!
Some said the Great Host was there,
Others the Almighty Himself,
Horse and man bore down on ranks,
Shattered the enemy dispersed,
Would not St. George approved that day?
Tents and treasures were theirs,
Exhausted but unified,
Antioch was given rest.

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