SANCTUARY

MERHABA MY FRIENDS.......

WRITINGS SCRAWLED BY THE HAND OF A
SURVIVING KNIGHTS TEMPLAR....

On returning from Jerusalem, the land of
dust and death, were many a true Templar
gave body and soul for the plight of the
christian faith. Only to be persecuted by the
very people they sought to protect, all but a
few perished `neath the broken moon of islam.

That fateful night not to long ago had taken
it`s toll upon the Templar knight, he gazed
into the darkened corner of the room, in the
old crumbling belfry of the church, were he and
his wounded companion sought sanctuary, from
the pursuing daggers that sought there death,
which followed them across the open fields and
mountains of olden Europe, in the hope of
crushing the Templar`s and erasing there memory,
so that none may take courage and follow
in there footsteps.

As the sky darkened above the tower, the heavy
footsteps could be clearly heard upon the stillness
of the night. Had they been betrayed by the Saxon
priest from whom they sought sanctuary....

The Templar gave a sigh of defeat, but vowed not
to die without striking one last blow.....

for his God, his King, his Country.

[Turkstory]

(A boring blip, so i wrote a tale to accompany the blip,
did you imagine the Templar`s in the tower, below the
darken sky.You can even make up your own ending....Imagine.)

TURK:)