In the days of your distress,
When your men fall dying,
by their murderous dishonor,
You shall know not to help them,
Your heart shall render its deepest pain.
As you show your final insult.

Where you have come with your rage,
I held with love,
Where you brought your wicked offense.
I held my ground.
Where you demanded all,
you could take,
I offered myself in sacrifice.

For a single purpose,
So, others, like me, should not
suffer in the ways of
petulant men who in their,
hatred, never knew nor felt Love.

When my pyre lights its
way into the night, may you
embrace the darkness,
but only find light,
may the pain I felt
choke off your light.
May beauty surround
The ugliness you brought into the light.