Joan's p.o.v
When she laid everything down for him,
she knocked really loud on heaven's door.
She traded her tiara for a crown of thorns.
Born too soon or late, she was broken
but blessed. The dawn, the spotlight,
seemed to pass her by. She was an outcast
and loser according to the world's standards. She
was a ghost of yesteryear but at least she did her best
in this earthly life. When she laid everything down
for him, she said a few words. She wasn't afraid
because she was at peace. He blew out her candle
and I wondered who knew she was an angel?