Baldwin the IV, King of Jerusalem
He was so young, just a boy of 14
However exalted, he bore a tragedy
He was diseased with a grave curse
Leprosy was the scourge of all men
Targeted all, white black and brown
Showed no favorites, killed all genders
Poor, knights with no estates & royals
All faced the very same reality, disease
Baldwin was exceptional for his time
He refused to be a party to bickering
Played few favorites, knowing the cost
A small army can strike a blow, fatally
Or it can be a laughable farce of idiocy
He gathered such men to fight for him
Saladin, a great general, approached
A reputation solid, as was his record
Respecting terms of a fair surrender
But this was Jerusalem, and different
As the Crusader armies had claimed it
They went upon a slaughter, of many
Most were innocents and unfortunate
Baldwin was king of a small estate
It was the most volatile estate ever
Even if surrounded by great walls
And Jerusalem was beautiful, holy
Surrounded by enemies, hungry for a fall
But a row of men, armed lightly
Backed an army of knights, few in number
And 100 templars prepared
Charged an army of 80,000 men
For that moment in time
The world stood still
As 100 men of courage charged
And an army of 80,000 men fled
