Softly she weeps

Dressed for her execution

She sits in repose

Ready to die

By the hand of absolution

Lacrymarial stains on velvet

Don’t let them see

The tears you cry alone don’t diminish the sins you keep

Poised and attentive

Swings the smiling gleaming steel

In the the late winters sunlight

Sorrow reveals

The ghosts of heretics

Hover silently

The final judgement

She’ll die piously

Loved the world with

All her heart

Displayed so violently

Dressed for her execution

She sits in repose

Ready to die

By the hand of absolution

Dressed for her execution

In jeweled regalia

And resplendent gown

A veil of gossamer

Soon lonely crown

Crucifix in hand

She calls his holy name

Pleads for retribution

But he never came

Deny her pardon

Despite her pleas

Behind her eyes

Blasphemy

Behead the zealot

Behold the splendor

Of freshest blood

Spilled from throat so tender

Deliver her

From her wicked deeds

It won’t be enough

It’s never enough

Cloaked in darkness he comes

Forgive me he begs

Heavy is the burden of the one who holds the blade

Lay me down gently

For my final slumber

Oh happy axe

Let thy kiss be soft

And deep

And quick