On an alter of sacrifice she lays,

awaiting the end of all her days.

Shortened by all their wicked ways,

she holds on to false hope and prays.

To be executed, “Why me?” she screams…

pondr’ing the stop of all her dreams.

A way of escape?…She has no means.

Realizing that nothing is as it seems.

Her arms and legs are tied tight down.

All her emotions just come unwound.

She feels no touch, and hears no sound.

The prince laughs silently under his crown.

To herself she whispers, “What have I done?…

Why am I here? What have I won?”

She’s sweating with fear under the suns…

knowing the moment is soon to come.

The executioner lifts his cold, hard knife…

she solemly prays and asks for her life.

She beseeches her God to bear down his might.

Her breathing grows fast, the knife shines with light.

The weapon in plunged deep into her heart,

The people around cheer mirth for a start.

She cries out loud her every part.

Her life is now gone, she’s dead like the lark.

A simple girl awakens, in a lonely bed of wrath,

horrified by the spell her dream-makers cast.

She inwardly haunted by demons of past.

And  like the dead in her dream, follows that path.