Legendary Warriors of Jaffa

King Richard and Saladin

King Richard I and Saladin

Richard, lost his mount
savagely cut down in battle,
fell from underneath him
forced to fight, on foot.

Saladin impressed by Richard
gave the mighty English King,
stallion from his own stable
for kings do not fight, on foot.

Richard and Saladin meet
neither understood the other’s language,
but each respected the other
fighting for their country’s beliefs.

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Templar Treasure

Historical Treasures

Templar treasure, sought by Philip
ships, left in the dead of night,
destination, known to a few
a secret, never to be shared.

They slipped out of St.Rochelle
ships, laden down with gold,
a treasure, that would be talked about
a treasure, a secret place, never told.

Hundreds of years, passed by
Templar Treasure… where is it?
asked by many, but no one knows
has the secret, been taken to the grave.

Templar’s Destruction

Knight Templar Ships

Templar ships
loaded to the gills,
with knights and treasure
slipped anchor from; LaRochelle.

Templar’s arrested
some tortured, some burnt
charged with being
practicing heretics.

Templar treasure gone
enraged King Philip IV,
justice and revenge sought
Grand Master; burnt at stake.

Templar justice sought,
as King and Pope died
a slow agonizing death,
Templar justice avenged.

Richard and the Battle of Acre


Mass Execution at Acre

Richard the Lionheart; England’s King
ruled this land with an iron fist,
as he bled the country dry,
financing his war, in the Holy Land.

This barbaric warrior, and Knights Templar
fought an unbeatable war
in the name of christianity
for his Pope and the Church.

Saladin, and the Muslim army
rose up in defence of their lands,
their way of life, threatened
by outsider’s, against their lands.

The city of Acre captured
ransom terms agreed for captives,
Saladin sealed their fate
unable to pay the ransom.

3,000 captives, lost their lives
executed, as their heads rolled,
opposing armies; helpless
the ground turned red with blood.

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Templar Knights


Soldiers and knights, dressed to kill
ready to die, for King and country
with sword and axe in hand.

Battled scarred lands and rivers
run red with soldiers blood,
many a knight dies, for his beliefs.

Rosslyn Chapel, Templar Knights
laid to rest, in dead man’s mail
secret chamber, secret wealth
hidden from prying eyes.

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Rosabelle by Sir Walter Scott

Rosslyn Chapel

Rosslyn Chapel

 O LISTEN, listen, ladies gay
No haughty feat of arms I tell;
Soft is the note and sad the lay
That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.

“Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!
And, gentle ladye, deign to stay!
Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,
Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.

“The blackening wave is edged with white;
To inch and rock the sea-mews fly;
The fishers have heard the water-sprite,
Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.

“Last night the gifted Seer did view
A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay;
Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch;
Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?”

“Tis not because Lord Lindesay’s heir
To-night at Roslin leads the ball,
But that my ladye-mother there
Sits lonely in her castle-hall.

“Tis not because the ring they ride,
And Lindesay at the ring rides well,
But that my sire the wine will chide
If ’tis not fill’d by Rosabelle.”

O’er Roslin all that dreary night
A wonderous blaze was seen to gleam;
‘Twas broader that the watch-fire’s light,
And redder than the bright moonbeam.

Roslin Castle

Roslin Castle

It glared on Roslin’s castled rock,
It ruddied all the copsewood glen;
‘Twas seen from Dryden’s groves of oak,
And seen from cavern’d Hawthornden.

Seem’d all on fire that chapel proud
Where Roslin’s chiefs uncoffin’d lie,
Each baron, for a sable shroud,
Sheath’d in his iron panoply.

Knights Templar Tombs

Knights Vault

Seem’d all on fire within, around,
Deep sacristy and altar’s pale;
Shone every pillar foliage-bound,
And glimmer’d all the dead men’s mail.

Blazed embattlement and pinnet high,
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair–
So still they blaze, when fate is nigh
The lordly line of high Saint Clair.

There are twenty of Roslin’s barons bold
Lie buried within that proud chapelle;
Each one the holy vault doth hold–
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle.

And each Saint Clair was buried there,
With candle, with book, and with knell;
But the sea-caves rung and the wild wind sung
The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.

Dedicated to the Roslin’s and Rosslyn Chapel