True, Barely any rhymes and things like that, but we'll go with it for now. Tell me if you need any historical background to the Miracle at Chestohova. I'll be glad to explain.
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Fire at Chestohova
It was a dark, chill winter morning, In the monastery, When the cock began to crow. Hear little cock hear, How the wind begins to blow.
And what is that, little cock, What message is in the wind? "Lilies, poppies and daises!" answered the cock, And flew away, without leaving a trace.
Day passed by day, Yet no lilies, No poppies, No daises were in the air.
It was a cool after noon, When a falcon began to caw, Hear little falcon, my brave falcon, How the wind blows.
And what, my brave falcon, Is that in the air? "Warm nights are ahead, No fear is near."
Night passed by night, No warm nights reigned, Yet comfort still reigned, Near the renowned icon, Of the Mother of God.
It was a cool evening, when a sight met the monk's eyes. An eagle, proud and upright, flew to the church. Cawing for the monks, he told his tale, Of Fire and Sword.
"I shall tell of what the wind tells me. I was there when enemies pursue me, I was there when despair reigned, I was there, With Fire and Sword!
I saw cannons, great cannons, Marching in the distance. I saw cavalry patrolling the plains, I saw Fire and Sword!
I tell this warning with faith, Believe me, holders of the miraculous Icon! If you do not believe me, You will receive Fire and Sword!"
The good monks believed, And It was to there own benefit. For outside the walls of Jasna Gora, Were beheld men with rimmed shaped hats, Curved upward to one side. These were known as the Swedes!
Cannon against cannon, Gunshot for gunshot, Yet the Swedes bring the great cannon, To blast the wall to pieces.
Fire and Sword came upon the monastery, As the eagle had prophesied. Famine went about in Jasna Gora, But the monks held firm, for this was their hope; They bent their knees in adoration, Of the Mother of Chestohova, Praying to deliver them from this infliction.
Then a wondrous sight met the monks eyes, For a beautiful lady, Clothed in white, with a blue mantle, Descended, and hovered over the city. Then the monks knew that, The Mother of Chestohova had come.
The Swedes, on the other hand, Were panicked and frightened. They said, "Let us leave, Nothing but woe has been given us!"
And so it was, that miraculously, The Mother of Chestohova had saved the monks. The Swedes left Jasna Gora, and peace reigned.
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