mary stuart was tired.

and

she was ready.

~:~

when the day

of her death

dawned,

she was ready

to march to that

guillotine.

~:~

i'm sorry

she whispered

when she thought of those

she would leave behind

but she was ready.

they would be safe

now.

you are safe now,

she told them

safe from me

and the poison of my rank.

~:~

i lose everyone i love.

~:~

not anymore.

she was going to be with them

now.

they could not get at her

now.

goodbye to those

who hated her

and tried so hard

to see her crumble.

~:~

they could hurt her no more.