A Poem by David D Crespo

In the 1440s, Hungarian general John Hunyadi takes it upon himself to use his military authority and fighting prowess to rid the world he knows and loves of all darkness and evil.


What has happened to my world...our world?

Such darkness that cloaks it, sickly tight

A darkness that is like a black, vast cloud 

But what if it were sunned by hope's light 

I can allow such wickedness to wreak havoc no longer

The tears of a joyful Christ will rain from the heavens onto this wilted world

Angels will bless every inch of my blade; top and under

And God will force the knees of evil to rock at my presence! 

I will only cease my defense once the golden sun stops setting and rising

The moon stops shining

And the tides stop shifting

Like a sheep dog who guards a flock from wolves through vicious biting 

I shall be the cure against the plague of all that is dark

Drawn to things which most repel with grimace

Glued to them like aged sap leaking out of a cut tree's bark 

And be feared by things most fear

Dread not these thorned times which we lie and rest on

For I shall punish the unholy through blood and eternal damnation

In a world of violence, I will become its shield and sword 

In a world  with disease, I will become its remedy - its salvation

© 2021 David D Crespo

Author's Note

David D Crespo
If you spot any spelling or grammatical errors, sorry about that.

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Added on November 11, 2021
Last Updated on November 11, 2021
Tags: Avenging, Conflict, Darkness, Destruction, Evil, General, Hungarian, Medieval, Religious, War


David D Crespo
David D Crespo

Hampshire, United Kingdom

Writing these poems, short stories and articles is what ignites my wreckage of a soul. I hope they do the same for you too. ;) more..