Follow The Flaming Cross Poem by H.L. Dowless

The moon is a looming quarter
as all of Glendale sit on their back porches,
gazing across the valley border.
Singing hails to god Camulus, keeping vigilant order
for the endless lines of haunting torches.


Yea through the heavy gloom of darkness,
that precious divine light shall bequest
our mortal rage in restraining harness,
our cold calculating energy to invest.


Our enemy hath violated our cherished oaths,
innocent blood hath his edge thus spilled,
they hath violated our virgin hosts and now they dare to boast,
reveling in the retelling of how they forced their debauched ways with such cunning skill!
They courted our good faith
and our confidence in their positive intentions,
only to steal our fortunes with their insolent waste,
even daring to hold our dear children for their heartless ransom.


Here we sit and sing of our celestial redemption
and the day that we shall make even on our great loss,
for within the murky darkness we shall heed our call to rally without exemption,
for ever born to follow the glorious flaming cross!


We were born to follow the flaming cross
of Camulus my dear children,
pausing only for us to rally our mighty army and exhaust
enemy forces and buildings.
Follow the flaming cross,
for in it's brilliant passing we shall find our honors' redemption.
We gather round in great number to toss
unto Camulus alms and to mention
aloud those most depraved of enemy deeds,
then move to mercilessly redeem our honor and mortal loss.
Moving only to satisfy our lusting heart's raging need
for vindicating retribution at all enemy cost.


So follow the flaming cross
my dear children,
o'er river, through woods and rolling dale,
show thy enemy great loss
in the vile blood of their kindred, so that their tears may never quell.
Follow the flaming cross
until it pauses upright in radiation so divinely
upon their tainted turf for our mighty armies purpose;
in silence we gather by the thousands to advance forward
in organized assembly!


By the crack of dawn their blood shall flow
like raging rivers,
and by their horror they all shall come to know
of the sudden terror that we shall mercilessly deliver.
Upon our honed edge they all shall endlessly fall
and so man, woman and child shall thence defer,
bowing in humility and terror to gratify our sacred call!
The blood of their men shall flow wide and deep,
the soil of the earth shall secure their male child's potential
for a future rage to reap.
Their women and girl children shall submit unto our intrepid credential
or suffer dearly as their protecting men all sleep.
In this action alone our redemption shall thus be fulfilled
and our once shattered honor now made complete.
Onward my dear children, for the glory of Camulus' compelling will!
Forward in the name of honor and illustrious victory,
our rightful fortune and eternal reigning majesty we all invest to seek!