Turn of the Templars

These hills used to carry weight,
With shouldered burdens and lofty gait.
We stormed for miles to see the gold,

But fortune only ever favors the bold.
My men and I had lost all sense,

With dreams only of recompense.
A truth once held in mine grasp,

A hollow whisper an old man shan't rasp.

But fate has plans to return our hope,

Should destiny and I 'er to elope.

With wine stained breath and a fist of hash,
Long since have our glory days clashed

With the truth of Olde that we were sold

In the marketplace in grandeur Lodes.

But a return is in our midst
As uncrowned kings boast and delist

The avenues in which we rode

Our trusted might we are owed

The truth and coins that were confiscated

From our belongings completely castrated!

A simple man I once was.
A Farmer, a Knight, a Beggar.
But lo, a day will come,
When I wear the cloak of an avenger.