Braveheart

Chaste t’was comely lass
Humble scrutiny in looking glass
Scars embellish war-torn face
Fidelity a pious grace

Swords clash a tempest din
Ensanguine entice a reaper’s grin
Brave Saint Joan of arc
Spear of destiny scathe a mark

On wings of madness ordain
Allies endorse a heretic campaign.
Christened by a cleansing fire
Wicked a treasonous conspire

Epic phrase of Orleans maid
Ablaze on a pyre glade
Valiant martyr exclaims

“Hold the cross high
So I may see
Through the flames”