The Kingspirit — Scott Mannion
Charge the free-born sons with The Power to resist,
Imbue them with the spirit of heroic ages, lost;
Crown them with that which was stolen in First Light’s lies.
Birthright of The Sovereignful, all crowned.
I call on Him to Knight thee: flesh made spirit,
To bear its mighty weight.
It is my duty. It is His will. It is thy blade.
Begins a gentle candle in the darkest sea.
To be, but to be: raging beacon, Iridescent,
Shield for the truthful,
Sword for true Chosen,
Courage English courage to bleed that final night.