There was a daughter
Of a certain Prince,
Known as the Great Strong Bull.
His Daughter’s name was
Rosemonde.
Rosemonde, the blessed defender,
Loved her father with all she had.
She fought for him
Went to war for him
Yet knew nothing of his deep sin.
Rosemonde was fierce in loyalty to whomever she loved.
She gave her unwavering support.
Her father used her war to injure his enemies
And would send her out on divine mission
To use the daughter Rosemonde
To war up in chain-mail
And like that blessed Joan of Arc
Would win all wars.
She was an equal price to lose for victory
Yet, Rosemonde loved her father with all her heart.
To the wars, through the valleys, Rosemonde
Gave her father a wicked name;
Infamous with all bloodshed,
So they said, “Rosemonde comes
“For the Bull, to wage her bloody war.”
O! Rosemonda! Why do you shed your
Blood for unworthy sires!
One of the Thirteen!
The bull was soon to be deposed
By the warriors Tavid and Zelek.
The great company of Nethanim did fight
The Maobitess Rosemonde
And all her hordes; Those of the children
Of the Bull.
Rosemonde was beaten, and had nowhere to turn
Thus, she turned to religion for help.
She turned, and had gained favor with Judah’s King
Who heard of all her sins;
Who realized it was a wicked man
Whom she served all her life;—
Even her own beloved Father.
So, Rosemonde threw down her spun cloths of war
And surrendered to Christ for a time.
Yet, soon came the Priestess Zerah
Who claimed that only the language of the Jews
Would suffice in worship.
She claimed that men must have to preserve the law
In their hearts, and so abstain from meats
Abstain from drink;
Abstain from all things unlawful
Which also meant to kill.
Zerah, the Ethiopian Priestess
Was this leader, whose self-strength was the Law of Christ
To execute judgment upon the sinners.
She had many great warriors underground
The elvish sorts, who tinkered with flesh
To rise from the ground and depose
The “Evil Hegemony” of Judah.
For, Judah was “evil” for his dogmas
So she believed strongly in Ethiopia’s lies;—
The additions of the Hebrew Fables of Enoch
And Book of Jubilee.
She spent years formulating plots
And found Rosemonde to be a great warrior of renown
Who now murdered for Zerah,
The Queen of the Damned.
War bastioned near
As Zerah fought against all righteous governments.
For established authority was her aught enemy,
And what was not established,
This was the good which must needs rise up
With her hordes. So, guns and butter
They did store, for twenty aught years,
Planning their uprising.
Rosemonde and her hundreds of thousands
Of sisters camped with the Ethiopian Zerah
Waiting for the time to strike.
Yet, Rosemonde secretly planned to set her father free
And back on the throne
But Zerah wished to set herself there
Thinking she were good authority.
Thus, the army set its heels against Israel
And Judah, believing even itself to be Israel and Judah.
For, the mystery of the Jews must be complete—
They did say—
To make the Law published, and observed
So also to stone the sinners
And to kill because men had not observed their Sabbaths.
For, disobeying the Sabbath was punished by death
Thus, death the army of 1,000,000 were ready
To unleash ‘pon men;
For, it was Death that they secretly
Did the bidding, that very Death.
Zerah and Rosemonde laid their traps
Setting up ambushes against the peoples Israel.
For, this Synagogue of Satan waited
And crept, desiring man’s blood to pay
For their sins, but forgot the Man’s blood
Who had already paid for their sins.
For, they worshiped through the Sentence of the Law,
And through law, gave themselves license to kill.
Sprung up, the armies of the Elvish wos and Rosemonde’s sisters,
And Zerah’s Ethiopian hordes
Amassed a strong war against the Nations Judah
And Israel.
Oh, Rosemonde! Your deeds are worse
For loyalty!
And in your good heart
Has been tempted by love
To thwart even this!
Array yourselves for battle!
There, the battle lines stood in glimmering rows
The Ethiopian hordes possessed chariots
Three hundred.
War was brought to Judah’s plains
And in glimmering rows
Did the arrows fly from the million
Of Zerah’s army
With the Moabitess Rosemonde.
Yet, Judah’s men rushed in
With supremely smaller force
And did block their arrows
With shield and aided gusts.
The arrows all blew,
All over, for wind was an ally!
The elves in combat lines drew their swords
Yet were battered
By a smaller force of Nethanim
Whom one could slaughter
One-grands Ethiopian
With seventy swift blows.
The winds cracked
And the lightnings shod forth
From the stormy gale that hailed over
The mountains of Judah.
The King of Judah,
A man of double heart,
Did on this day have strong, Lion-Heart
As he on chariot dismounted
And crashed the steel of Silver Sting
Upon the swords of Zerah’s Ethiopians.
Broken the Damascene swords asunder
Asa slashed the belly of blackened Ethiopians
With sword. The Whitened Moabites
He did bash over the head, and split twain.
Their blood ran thick on the battle ground.
Their arrows were pierced by winds.
The lightenings and thunders frightened their chariots’
Horses, for it was fierce thunder the likes of which
The great war horses had never seen
For they now knew it angered the LORD to battle!
So, they ran through their own ranks,
Uncontrolled, striking down the Moabite and the Ethiopian.
Zerah and Rosemonde were slaughtered
Before the faces of Judah
In bloody bands and bloody strings.
The word reached that Red Bull
That his daughter was slain.
Not for pity, but for cunning
He now forged a war against Israel.
B. K. Neifert 