“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,
shield for the truthful,
sword for true Chosen,
courage English courage to bleed that final night.”