‘For
the mystery of lawlessness is already at work; only he who now restrains will
do so until he is taken out of the way’ (II Thessalonians 2:7).
Fiercely rages the storm
of battle,
Demons contending with men
at the mouth of hell.
Bravely fight the warriors
of man,
Led by anointed kings and
queens.
Alas! That so many of those crownèd heads
Lie already asleep in the
dust, their weapons
No more wielding, their
faithful soldiers,
Slain, lying still beside
them: Oswald,
Edmund, and Edward; Radegund,
Clotilde;
Lazar of Kosovo and Queen
Ketevan –
Their ranks are thinning,
evil advancing,
Till one family alone
restrains the horde –
Tsar Nicholas, the second
of that name,
His Tsaritsa Alexandra,
the crown prince
Alexis, and his four
valiant sisters –
A single thin line at the
threshold
Of the earth, a-glow with
the Glory of God,
Resolute, unyielding. Their foes
Quail, but before humanity
rallies
To the banner of the
Christian Tsar,
In the cold malice of their
genius,
They incite some of his
own brothers
To strike him down with
wife and children
In a Cain-ish act of
heinous murder.
***
Where is there a respite
now, since the gate
Separating earth and hell,
deprived
Of guards, has been
utterly destroyed?
Parliaments, senates, and
presidents –
Glad at the fall of their
sovereigns,
At the betrayal of God’s
anointed –
Stand with mouths agape
and arms hanging
Slack at their sides,
powerless to stop
The mounting waves of evil
breaking
O’er the world. The secret of salvation
Is not in parchment
charters, nor in skillful
Scientific formulae. This dark flood
Will subside when at last
we walk barefoot
To Ekaterinburg on
penitential
Pilgrimage, to beg of God
and the Royal
Martyrs forgiveness for
regicidal murder.
Till then the world
careens in a tortuous way,
No competent hand to
steady the ship of state.
--
Holy Ælfred
the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to
the Union!
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