In Canterbury's cathedral, hushed and still, St Aelfheah, beacon of faith, did stand, Amidst the shadows, brave against the ill, His spirit firm, though fate lay in command. With solemn grace, he faced the Viking horde, Whose fury shook the earth with war's cruel dance, Yet in his heart, he held not fear, but Lord, His gaze unwavering, in steadfast stance. With gentleness, he sought to mend the fray, To reconcile, to bridge the chasm wide, But in the tumult, darkness held its sway, And martyred saint met fate with peace inside. Thus Aelfheah, in martyrdom's embrace, Found victory in love, and endless grace.
The Little Friar
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