glorious alice

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Crusade Martyrs - Poem by glorious alice

Your journey was an outlying for the holy land
Dying on the land was pride for everyone
English Channel being placated was for British and Irish
Fishes would come with them till French shore
Did you watch Gabriel was standing by Urban II at Clermont-ferran?
Did you see that Rome’s olive trees waved to you?
Did you feel that Greece’s breeze was sent for you?
Greece’s islets kept leaping to see you
Cyprus’s cedars bent down to ease dawning rays to kiss you
Your hymns were whispered to Constantine at Nicomedia-
God was ardent not to disrupt his beloved’s deep sleep
Constantinople was decorated as a bride for your feet prints
Deafening rushing up made Turkish women needless maids to popping out
Lebanon’s lilies were filled with utter red
Yapp welcomed with a mizzle that caused your chest shields wet
You were uninvited guest to Tripoli-but
She had to serve you with luscious foods
Syria’s mountains got panicked while watching millions of red crosses penetrated into Tyre
Jordan River was ready to flow towards north to salute you
Red sea was delighted to be a real red by dipping your bloody fatigues
Negev thawed itself to be dried up your swords
Your hearts never out cried to coming back to home.

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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/4/2009 6:03:00 AM)

    very well narrated and written... the text is good! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009

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