Joan the Maid of Orléans
Hearts with guilt,
A grave was built.
A Christian soul,
A heart was whole.
Under the sod,
She was called of God.
Fought for the crown,
Then turned down.
Burned at the stake,
It made them ache.
Why did they not wait?
For they had burned a saint.
1 comment:
Nice poerty, Leslie.
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