You fought with me tomorrow

and raised your head

and smiled.

Running at the world

who would run away faster

than we ever could.


But it was fun while it lasted, for

I'm a people person.

What did they say when they tied

me to the chair,

and struck the match?

Are you not finished yet?

They soon were.

Joan of Arc

By Sophie

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