I’ve been reading through the Ballad of the White Horse and am definitely enjoying bits of it.
The men of the East may spell the stars,
And times and triumphs mark,
But the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the dark.The men of the East may search the scrolls
For sure fates and fame,
But the men that drink the blood of God
Go singing to their shame.The wise men know that wicked things
Are written on the sky,
They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings,
Hearing the heavy purple wings,
Where the forgotten Seraph kings
Still plot how God shall die.-G.K. Chesterton, The Ballad of the White Horse, Book I