She stood awaiting Destiny
to come riding through the dusty streets.
Small emeralds drooping ears,
corset constricting breath.
The horses galloped gracefully past,
taking no notice of the woman in the street,
but still she waited to be caught,
ensnared in Death's clever trap.
Fate was deserved for her,
at least by those that hated change.
Frantic prayer was already whispered,
when she left her magic domain.
The penalty was the highest price
that she was willing to afford.
The church bells rang,
signaling death,
to all that roamed the road.
Faces turned to prosecute,
noses upturned, eyes wide.
The carts all parted for monarchy's civil reign.
She never struggled against
Christ's cross,
as flames licked her feet.
And she leaped into Heaven with determined speed,
leaving her ashen body to burn.
