Like a vampire beheaded,
York's King Edwin sure fell,
to be buried by Whitby-Abbey
there his headless ghost to dwell,
and his great-niece the abbess
had been Hilda-of-Hartlepool,
defender of the Celtic-church,
a princess who was no Roman's fool.
Alas, alas, Rome's empire was to win,
and Catholicism took over Britain
and Hilda's pagan-Christ the King.