Home Of The Knave

Once upon a time

There was a restless king in charge.

What could he contribute

To write some history?

Gold he had plenty of

But plenty could be more

So onwards he marched

On reasons quite obscure.

With a blindfold and sword,

Come deliver us from evil.

Great saviour of all,

So honest and brave.

Your land of the free

Is the home of the knave.

Echoes of crusaders

Were heard across the world

As he fought against

The legions sent from hell.

Shadows of the templars

Are yet again a fact:

Creeds are cast aside

Determination's still intact..