Adieu, my sweet.
Thank you for regaining my seat.
You were no longer needed.
But warnings were not heeded.
Do not battle once more.
We will end this war.
In the age of revolt we live.
All our faith we did give.
You broke his throne,
You cut your hair.
And from our lips,
We cried hallelujah!
This love is not a victory.
Your tale will stay in history.
As I stand and recall
Why you did deserve to fall.
They said you were mad
In men's clothes you were clad.
Our God, did he speak?
Commanding you to save the weak.
Your spirit was strong,
But your luck would not stay long.
And so, on this morning when I wake.
There's a smell, of my savior,
Burnt, on her wooden stake.