St. George Poem by Gergana Teofilova

There is a legend of a saint,
Held in honor for his deed,
But the story of his life is quaint,
It may even sound like a little screed

He encountered a dragon ferocious,
And skewered him with his pointed sword,
The monster opened his mouth atrocious,
And the knight slayed him in the name of the Lord

He also offered his heart and mind,
To the great Empire of Rome,
And he only wished for Fate to be so kind,
To let him bravely serve the ruler’s dome

He was welcomed at the court,
And promoted to the highest rank,
But the emperor wanted to extort,
Just force the will of the soldier frank

The Olympian master and king,
Issued an edict from the Roman gods,
Which no Christian warrior could possibly fling,
But was compelled to assent and simply nod

Son of a fighter back then,
George was ready to kneel and obey,
But his eternal faith in the Savior’s hand,
Made him step aside and only pray

He was tortured and tormented,
But his worship of Jesus was on top,
He was lacerated and fragmented,
But his hope in justice would never stop

The knight eventually lost his life,
Cause he only loved the Living Bread,
Indeed he knew the meaning of strife,
It was his bounden duty and sacred shed

George was comforted by Christ,
Pronounced martyr by the priests,
And was more than ready for the price,
To be ripped and beaten by the beasts

For ages now the valiant saint,
Has patronized not only England,
But also every soldier, free from taint,
Along with farmers and their little children

He is one of many to perceive,
People’s actions here on Earth,
And may his divine mercy never leave,
Our human side from our birth