http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheFirstCrusade The original writings of author Mike Sieger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775430321 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sing to me, knights of old, sing to me,the Heaven-sold, sing to me Hell's decree,as your bows drawn against the enemy,sing to me, knights of old, sing to me.Sing to me, monks of faith, sing sweet songs,sing to me my sins, sing to me my wrongs.Sing of our Redeemer, our faith, and more,sing to me of H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1345704/ Looking upon a lost soul in the ground,as the grey stone stood vigil all around.The fading, fleeting, cold sunlight is lost,The fading sunlight of a summer's cost.The grey stone covered in moss absorbed it,no torches of Hell from the grave were lit.The man interred lay forever silent,Although he scr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1344840/ The mist lay around my limp, dead body,The fog encircled the ancient abbey.Evil perpetuated through thunder,My soul being torn completely 'sunder.And in the light the Sun will ever shine,But in the fog, this the result of sin.And the pugnacious monarchs, up and down,Burnt my soul, burn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1308686/ The prologue to my epic poem "The Last Summer of Solitude" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1307794/ Down the narrow winding lost lonely streets,down the alleys with blood of gruesome deeds.The corpses hanging from cables above,shotguns that once only picked off small doves.The doves were long gone, and the ravens came,the knives of suicide were left to blame.Dust and ash sprinkled slowly down stee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1273939/ Whilom through Turkey's intricate doors,the Crusader's did battle with the Moors.So long Templars rode under a Red Cross,many lie beneath stones covered in moss.Yet for God, Clement would not stop sending,the Moors would not stop lives of men ending.What a dreary scene it was in the camp,with fog bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1244325/ There at a lone table she sat all night,being domineered by man's collective might,although all day she tried to fight,she was left with her cruel husband and a foul plight.There at a lone table she sat all night,thinking of how to escape poverty's plight,for no human should be such a slave,as her&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1243870/ At chess the powers of Europa played,at the board, for years, did fam'ly stay.Down at the novice side sat the Kaiser,Down at the white side sat the gracious Queen.They were to spill cold blood for stony greed,for the Kaiser had long been a trampl'd seed.The board, was speckled mahogany bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1243859/ To be not devoured by the wolves of hate, malice, and greed,when a lonely eye turns from the one in deepest need,this, all people living vicariously, read,for you will draw proper life out of my canticle, my creed,not the killers that mix wine with their blood,that mix water of their life's sin with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheFirstCrusade/1242836/