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Joan of Arc
 
Tame the tempered beast
at least
until the feast
of the lives shed
so sweet
till you retreat
to find peace
what a pleasant release

Go now till you rock the core
Until there is no more
for sure you will adore
the early lives
you foresaw

Come to the present
As she repents
what was lost
and slain
all in the name
Anarchy, patriotism
Martyr as she burns
and yearns for the insight
of the doves above
strength, courage, fortitude
exceeds that all precedes
indeed all the deeds
Could be read
Make a place for the dead

I cry a tear for you
My sweet Joan of Arc



By jai_som

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