((The second version of this poem, created under the critical eye of Ren. Still not perfect, but better.))
Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
Now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.
No more flash of steel
T'accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cry silenced
Beneath such granite burden
As is borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.
Until the flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must be.
Hammer of England will fall no more:
The world is darker for it.
Thus false crusades do end
Amidst the failing heat of Spanish suns.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."
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