Poem -
Braveheart
Chaste tβwas comely lass
Humble scrutiny in looking glass
Scars embellish war-torn face
Fidelity a pious grace
Swords clash a tempest din
Ensanguine entice a reaperβs 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
βHold the cross high
So I may see
Through the flamesβ
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Comments
Your Ink is always so perfect and pleasing to the eye.Β Love your work Lisa!
thank you Greg for your support
Your welcome
Consistently good! Nice work.
Thank you kindly John
You make it look so easy to write; everything rhymes smoothly.
As always
great poem .
A belated thank you Leah
Hi Lisa...I had to pin this one because you did an excellent job setting the scene of the life and demise of Joan of Arc.Β I have always loved the stories about her and I am amazed at her bravery and faith throughout her torture and burning at the stake....So inspiring.Β Great work!Β xo ;)