One of my favourite stories/ myths of the medieval era concerns the Order of Solomon’s Temple or, the Knights Templar. A veritable shrouded enigma, these figure rose suddenly to prominence from nothing and legend of their treasure and/or erstwhile source of power perplexes scholars, and I, to this day. Holy grail, vast fortune, superlative blackmail material against the Catholic church, numerous theories abound. There is also a wizard Canadian connection concerning an incredibly deep and crazily structured pit in Nova Scotia. Check it out, material directly from a fantasy novel. Wicked cool.
Not that the poem has really anything to do specifically with the Knights Templar, or at least I wasn’t thinking of them during the creation, but it’s an indisputably engaging tidbit!
I wonder how warm it became in their armors? I mean you can’t leave a dog in a car on a hot day for more than a literal minute absent danger or at a minimum discomfort but these weirdos strolled around in close-fitting ovens through the Holy Land. I guess murdering infidels made you pretty cool back then. To think, all the time I wasted smoking for nothing.
“Quest for the Holy Fail”, July 4, 2018
Existed there did once upon
A time to which we are still drawn
The age of knights and epic quests
Ancient ruins and treasure chests
Of course small parts we don’t recall
Dying bloody or of pox small
Slaying heathens who don’t agree
With your choice of philosophy
The chance to rape and pillage towns
Claim new land for whatever crowns
Prevailing theme of misery
Does not so much appeal to me
No doubt my daily trite ordeals
Are no comparison for reals.
They didn’t call it the dark ages for nothing…
To be fair, chaos still rules our existence, we’re just a tad more civilized about it now… In this part of the World… Some days anyway… Elsewhere, many still die of now curable diseases and many more are cruelly dispatched for an endless myriad of unjustifiable reasons. It’s far to depressing for me to consider for any elongated period of time but let’s be honest here, it is still very much the dark ages for billions. Perhaps we could at least crack open a curtain for them?
Hell, be heavy.
Just be kind.
And never leave your puppy in the car when climatically inappropriate!
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.