The vanguard of the One Foretold,
that band of bearded brethren,
their brawn-ed fury rending swaths
of judgment from the heavens
The faithless myriads amassed
against the Rider clothed in white.
Judgment comes to them this day
His chosen stand, prepared to fight.
Were minstrels to sing,
or bards record,
the tales of that prophesied day,
the annals would tell
of the brave Douglas clan,
wrath destining damned to their grave.
The six, they stood strong,
blades bared to the sun,
the best of men given to God.
With blue eyes alight,
and with the fervor of faith,
they watched as the masses came on.
The eldest, looked he,
to his brothers beside,
as fearsome and proud his face shone.
"Today is the day
we be destined to fight,
for the Lord, and his Kingdom, our home.
So onward my lads,
let us show these uncouth,
the wrath of the Lord that they've spurned.
Take heart and fear not,
recall heroes of old,
as we mete out the justice they've earned."
Then with deafening cry
and earth-rending shout
the brothers encountered the foe
And scythe-d like wheat
The amassed legions fell
before the armed flurry of blows
An unstoppable force
The sestet advanced
not a man could encumber their charge
Yet still the foe came
as the tide of the sea,
a relentless and unceasing march
The six were surrounded,
their carnage path closed
encircled 'neath fiery sun
one brother fell wounded
exhausted and spent
the battle plan seemed come undone
Yet rallied the five
and lifted they one
defensible ground they espied
the youngest called out,
"Hie to me, my kin
and gain we yon hillock that's nigh!"
Then surge-d they forth
like a javelin thrown
to reach the high ground aforementioned
and nary a one
of the wretched enthronged
could stand 'gainst their five bladed vengeance
Carving their way
left and right through the crowd
The six men surmounted the hill.
Reforming their ring
with their brother between
they fought back the enemy still.
Long hours they strove
as the sun rose and fell
yet still the First Followers stood
retaining the ground
consecrated by blood
of the evil to bring forth the good
Alas when it seemed
that they could not fight on,
when even their mighty strength waned,
A trump did resound,
from the heavens above
rode the rider the Father'd ordained.
Fell fear struck the hearts
of the unholy horde
and they fell to their faces as slain,
as the glorious light
of the rider enthroned
announced to the world His reign.
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