Poetry

PROPHECY

King Philip and the Pope for prestige,
The verdict of the Provost of Paris is being carried out.
And the greedy crowd, growing ferocious in ecstasy,
Humming, staring at the post with the woodpile.

Everything is awaiting the condemned share,
They so want the sight of torment and pain.
Suddenly, exclamations were heard here and there,
Look, they're leading him!

All eyes turned to the convoy.
He is in the Order's cloak, tall and thin,
Master de Molay is none other,
Goes into the last battle with dignity.

Approaching your Golgotha ​​as if it were a temple,
And neatly folded the cloak, as if going to the altar.
He says, “Lord, thank you,”
He went up to the pillar and a flame lit up.

 Stepping through the fire onto a new road,
No longer human, but still alive,
The soul, which will already rush to God,
He predicted a fatal end for the guilty.

Clementius the Fifth is a lying Pope,
There is retribution for crimes.
In forty days you will come to me,
And your ashes will disappear in fire.

King Philip, will you come to us,
Not even a year will pass.
May your breed be cursed
Without giving birth to more kings.

Mole's prophecy came true
Oh miracle, forty days have not passed,
The Pope was poisoned by an emerald,
Ah, his ashes burned in the fire.

The curse will overtake you, just in time,
Philip died before even a year had passed.
And soon his breed was extinguished.
There were no more Capetian kings.

+ F. Leonid SABININ, KOTJ

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You were dressed in chain mail,
and girded with a sword.
In spiritual armor, monk knight
Under the scarlet claw cross.

In battle he fought mercilessly,
And just at the thought of you,
Your enemy gave up in advance
hearing the word Templar!

You defended the foundations of faith,
from the hordes of evil Saracens.
You made it a symbol of victory,
city ​​of Christians Jerusalem.

You who called to beat the infidels
holy sign of Christ.
You preserved the light of the Grail,
under the shadow of the scarlet cross.

But that was a different time
Faith and honor were at play,
Look at our generation
How can I eat a sweeter piece?

No, thank God I was wrong
not everyone just needs this moment,
There is an order of warriors, a brotherhood of light,
And the holy spirit hovers over him.

Let there be no armor now,
not girded with a sword.
Those knights in spiritual armor,
under the scarlet, clawed cross!!!

+ F. M.K., KTJ

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A cloak with a cross does not suit everyone
Strong doesn't mean right
To be a Templar is to be a knight
Knight of Spirit and Glory.

It seemed like many years had already passed,
What did the descendants get?
Gravestones and church ruins
Yes, what remains in the legends.

Jacques de Molay seemed to have died,
There is no more strength in brotherhood,
But somewhere lies the covenant tablets,
Which means you can't give up,

Cloaks are put on again, with a red cross
In my soul, carrying the Grail
The Templars are marching to the east
In the name of Christ, as of old!

+ F. M.K., KTJ

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Above the battlefield
The horn sang
And slaughter
Knights' lot

Shoulder to shoulder
Swords clenching
And Lord
Glorifying in prayer

Like a ray of sun
Towards the darkness
So was the warrior
on horseback,

A terrible avalanche
Let's go
And Beaucean
Aimed high

And now we are waiting
in the darkness of dawn
Closed
harsh ranks

In the name
God, Faith, Light
steel wall
let's go to "YOU"

‡ F. A, EMC and+ F. M.K., KTJ

The hand was sharpened and powerfully raised,
The power of Krush's flesh boiled.
And with a sharp cry the world split apart.
Agony celebrates a bloody feast.
Let Beaucean soar proudly.
Hordes of infidels fell here
Archangel Michael himself is here
Soared high above us
Long centuries have passed,
But the Knights of Christ are alive!
We go to battle day after day
With soullessness, darkness and evil

‡ F. A, EMC

Over a great country
The former support of Orthodoxy
the smog is black and thick
He strangles Faith and daring

Where is he the anointed hero
Orthodox and Sovereign Tsar,
The one who with a mighty hand
Did he lead Russia along a glorious path?

But our time will come again!
In the ranks of soldiers under the rustling of banners,
From God's spark a flame will burst forth -
The gloomy gloomy dream will be dispelled!

‡ F. A, EMC

The land of bygone greatness
Country of heroes and gods
Your appearance makes me sad
Powers of rogue thieves
Your native fields and forests
Drenched in blood and labor

But Orthodox shrines
They still preserve our dear home
There are crosses over the domes
Like a shield, like a canopy banner.

And the Pure Virgin is above us -
We are Russians, and God is with us!
We will restore our former glory!
We will defend Love in our hearts!

And satanic poison,
We will harass you. And fear will disappear!

‡ F. A, EMC

The sun went out in the arms of darkness,
It's cold here, darkness is everywhere
There is only anger in human hearts,
yes pretense
And drops of poison froze in my mouth.

Hope seems lost here
Demonia has ruled the roost here for a long time.
Here even the preachers are from the world
The seal has already been accepted, on the hands and forehead.

There's only silent prayer here
Inspires joy
Banishes this darkness
And white cloaks with a cross
They flash
Keeping evil spirits from attacking.

At the very edge of the sky,
Where love still lives.
They stand like rare rocks.
Keeping the sea from storms.

Sad and tired faces,
But the faith in their hearts is strong
Their cry is “For the Lord!”
We hear
And we will stand next to them through the centuries!

And here is the dawn, on the edge,
The sun is shining and the shadow is leaving.
And the knights stand before the miracle of God
Thank you Lord for giving us another day!

+ F. M.K., KTJ

Are the names of the first knights so important...

author: Kirill Rivel

“Not to us, not to us, Lord, but to Your Name”
Motto of the Templar Order

Are the names of the first knights so important?
A legend began... I can’t remember the countries...
Round table, where the last and the first are equal,
Worship of the Virgin Sophia...
Do not serve evil with a sword, so as not to perish in evil...
To establish the Holy City of Heaven on earth,
And keep the blood of the King and the Messiah...

From the Crusades to the present day
A line of armored shadows
He urges his disembodied horses
Before my enchanted gaze...
Commanders and knights are brothers of the cross,
Paladins whose faith is naively pure,
Seneschals, masters, priors...

Who will be able to tell: why did they die?
From a high idea to a sinful earth,
The one who was once called Saint in vain,
As far as the Holy Sepulcher!
There is no truth in either novels or chronicles.
Somewhere there, between the lines, the answer is hidden...
However, what is there in it for the blind today?

Isn't it time to see the light and look back?
The temple, unlike the church, does not know dates.
Consigning to fire and sword for dogma,
The church turned blood into ink!
“Kill them all! God will distinguish his own!”
Well, the nameless chronicler is truly right,
For God is love, not force!...

... The Albigensians were scattered into ashes and dust.
Next - the Knights of the Temple stand at the stake.
Is it the business of God’s church to guess on the bones:
Who is holier - Christ or the Pope?
And is it Peter the Apostle’s fault,
What is clearly visible behind the death of chivalry
Beelzebub clawed paw!

...What should I tell you, God? Quo vadis? Alas...
For I myself am accustomed to crooked paths...
Well, what an era – such wise men...
But everything could have gone differently!
What should I tell myself? Don't judge, don't judge!
Understanding is sometimes more valuable than love...
May God grant peace to both the Temple and the home!

Look within yourself for those in whom the heart does not sleep:
Like living water breaks through granite,
So the Savior's blood sometimes speaks
Through the centuries seeking the Words,
What in the distant mountains, in the hidden land,
Montsegur soars like an impregnable stronghold,
Castle of the Brotherhood of the Holy Grail!