“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’ll call on Him to Knight thee: flesh made spirit,

to bear its mighty weight.”

“It is my duty. It is His will. It is thine 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.”