Wednesday, January 25, 2012


The rubble of the Roman reign

Alone and left without the will
Their weakened world to ward
Broken Britons bereft of aid
Fell prey to every foreign raid
The angle of the Anglish blade
And steel of Saxon sword

Between the eve of Arthur's dream
And Alfred's English morn
In Mercia's marshy borderland
Beneath a sign, the blood-red hand
Good Guthlac there was born

At fifteen he took up the sword
And fought for Ethelred
He took to heart the blood-red hand
And with his faithful warrior band
Became a bane upon the land
And filled his foes with dread.

7th c.

Wulfere was king (first Christian convert)