Ode to some (would-be) modern Crusaders

O, what can ail ye, wretched “knights”,

Alone and whitely loitering?

500+ years out of date,

And no bards sing.

–special thanks to Bartholomew’s Notes for the inspo, and apologies to John Keats.

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