St Edmund - #Inktober day 24

St Edmund

There might be truth to the legend, 

Lost in devestation.

Handed down throughout the centuries,

Is the story of our Edmund.

There was a king, or noble Saxon, 

There is the story of a martyr, 

There was a face on a coin, 

In a poem he was born in fire.

In your ire you may tell me, 

That there are no primary sources, 

That of course we can't be sure, 

That there aren't enough resources.

But there's a face on a coin,

There's a king and there's a martyr.

There's a patron saint, 

Dead of denial, 

Who may have been born in fire.

Sometimes there's a brave wolf, 

Who leads the searchers to his head, 

After Ivar and his brother, 

Shot their arrows, left him dead.

And in the town where he rests, 

We celebrate his story, 

We disdain those vicious danes, 

We agree his death was gory.

There is no such thing as a single truth, 

But there will always be the legend, 

Of a king, 

A Saxon, 

A coin, 

A martyr, 

Of our patron saint, Edmund.

Todays #Inktober poem, celebrating the patron saint of my home town. If you like it, feel free to share!