He once bore arms and was a knight
But turned once he from noble fight
And now a coward brand bears he
Upon his face for all to see.
But none can know just why he turned
Why battle honour he had spurned
They cannot know the man he’d fight
His father, that was this man’s plight.
For father fought on evil’s side
A fight against their family’s pride
And now he bears this wicked scorn
His father’s sin, the family torn.
©Joe Wilson – The scorn…2014